Raven knows two things for sure: She stands in the dark, naked and bound by the wrists; and there is a powerful naked man with her seducing her mind as much as her body. Needing to know how she got there, Raven relives her life and death journey as a mysterious man from her past rescued her from a car crash off of a mountain cliff during the worst snow storm in 100 years. Unsure of who is now seducing her will, she must piece together her journey there in order to discover who she should run towards and who she must escape.
*Please note that this story contains very explicit descriptions of erotic and sexual situations written for the sole purpose of extreme genital arousal which will lead to self-pleasure. Mature readers only.
Keywords: Alpha male, BDSM, male dominant, female submissive
Raven stood in the darkness. Her naked flesh trembled slightly in the cool breeze. As the delicate muscles in her stomach twitched, she felt the warmth of another body inches from her, too far to touch. She became aroused making the gentle folds of her p*ssy engorge.
Unable to see in the pitch black, she blocked out all sensations and thought about what she knew. She was naked. She was sure of that. She was standing and her hands were bound above her on either side of her face. She knew this for sure.
Feeling the soothing patch of warmth tickle her skin, Raven took in a deep breath. Her nipples, hardened from either the cold or excitement, brushed something. She recoiled.
'Someone is there,' she thought.
She took delight with a new vulnerability that made her squirm. She knew she should have been scared because there was no telling who was there, but she couldn't help it. When she felt the warm touch of a c*ck on the swollen cl*t between her legs, she became wet.
Unable to resist, Raven rocked back and forth as the thick c*ck strummed the quivering mounds between her legs. It teased her. It caused her lips to pucker and release almost pulling the oversized tool into her. Her chest heaved with lust.
Allowing her mind to slip away with every stroke, Raven gasped. Her knees were becoming weak. As her body heat bounced off the stranger's and combined with his, she felt herself slide closer to orgasm.
"Ahhhh!" she moaned, wanting him to enter her.
Raven thrust herself forward in search of the hard, strong body that teased her. It pulled away. Scared that she had done something wrong, she retreated. He was gone, she could feel it. Gone were the hot spots that teased her body. Gone was the magnificent c*ck between her legs. All that was left was the chilly darkness leaving her alone with her thoughts. Tugging at the soft cloth binding her wrists, Raven thought about how all of this began. It had begun like a dream.