Careful What You Wish For

James slapped her when she tried to push his head away. "Tasting you," he said with a grin, smirking.

Isabelle cried out as she was slapped, reaching up to hold her stinging cheek. She shook her head, trying to squirm away. "Please," she whimpered, not sure what she was even asking for anymore

James pulled back, but only to tie her arms to the headboard. He returned to his position and pressed his tongue inside of her.

Isabelle tugged at her arms, looking up to them in defeat. There was no way she could stop him. Before she could even think much further, she felt his tongue press into her. She gasped, arching her back in surprise as she let her head fall back

He was happy at the sound of her gasp, and the arching of her back. He started thrusting his tongue in and out.

She grasped at the rope tying her to the headboard. Isabelle let out a small whimper, trying to pull herself away from James. Spreading her legs, she pressed her hips down in hopes to stop him. There was no way she could enjoy this

James finally pulled away. "You're a beautiful girl, Isabelle. But I'll make you beg for me eventually."

Isabelle had been biting into her lip so hard that a drip of blood had ran down her chin. She didn't want to moan, she didn't want him thinking she could possibly enjoy this. She just shook her head at his words, her cheeks heating up in shame

James ran his finger across her lip, looking at the blood. "You can't deny it," he told her, leaving her tied up to the bed.

Isabelle whimpered, sucking on her bottom lip. She hated that he was right but she would never admit it to him. She pulled her legs up when he backed away, glaring at his retreating form

James was thinking of how much fun he would have with her tomorrow. He laid back on the couch, watching TV, fantasizing about Isabelle.

Isabelle cried herself into an uneasy sleep, her knees pulled to her chest. Her dreams were filled with nightmares from the day before - tossing and turning the entire night.

Sometime later, James had crawled back into bed with her, his arm wrapped around her waist, though she couldn't get away.

Isabelle had jerked awake as an arm wrapped around her stomach, eyes shooting open. She tensed, trying to squirm away from him despite her hands still being tied above her. "Get off of me," she growled, kicking at him

James' eyes narrowed at her. "Oh, little Isabelle. Haven't you learned that you don't give orders to me?"

Isabelle shook her head, glaring at him. She had woken up angry from her nightmares - none of this was fair. It should never have happened to her. "You're disgusting. What would Tyler think if he knew about any of this?!" She spat, twisting to kick at him again

James smirked. "What Tyler doesn't know won't hurt him," he said with a grin, wrapping his arm around her tighter.

Isabelle glared at James, trying uselessly to pull away from him. When he mentioned Tyler, she sneered. "He's more of a man than you'll ever be, it's pathetic you can't even get a girl without kidnapping them!"

James snarled, and spread her legs out, securing them firmly to the bed. "What if I burned that sweet little pussy of yours, huh?" he asked with a sneer.

Isabelle continued to glare at James, her gaze flickering for just a moment at his threat. She was trying to call his bluff. "Fuck you!"