Trapped, Part 5
It felt like an hour had passed by the time I heard the door opening. I strained to look over my shoulder through the darkness as Switch crossed the room. I heard him suck something through a straw, set a cup down on the table, followed by a bag. I groaned and pulled back on the belts once more. There was no give.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured when I realized he wasn’t about to acknowledge me. “I’m very sorry.”
Switch walked back over to the bed, “I bet you are.” He reached down between my legs. I shivered at his touch. “You’re wet, you shameless little whore. Here you are asking me to let you go, you’re enjoying this.”
I blushed and turned my head away from him. He moved his fingers up to my mouth. “Let’s try this again. Lick it off.” My face was flushed as I licked my wetness from his fingers. “You taste that?” he asked as I did, “that’s the taste of a kidnapped slut who’s enjoying herself.”
Switch reached over to the bedside table and looped a blindfold over my eyes. He knotted it tightly and adjusted it, ensuring that I could not see despite the darkness. A few moments later, I felt the fabric of my panties being forced into my mouth. I resisted a bit, but he managed to push them in.
“Now, I’m sure you won’t mind if I have a bite to eat before I get back to you,” he grabbed my face, shaking my head slightly, “be a good girl and maybe I’ll let you go soon."