Ronja knew she shouldn't have been walking home alone. The streets just weren't safe for a young woman in the middle of the night. Even as she left the club where she and her friends had been partying, celebrating Alicia's, her so-called best friend's, promotion, she knew she shouldn't be walking alone. But Alicia had, as usual, hooked up with some guy she met, and taken off without as much as a good-bye. Still, Ronja knew she should have called a cab, but with her salary, she didn't feel like paying for one by herself.
Lost in thought Ronja followed her usual path, shivering in the chilly night. She was halfway home when she realized that she might have made a mistake, that she should have followed the main roads instead of taking the shortcut through the dim, deserted park. She hardly even heard the footsteps behind her until she felt a soft tissue being pressed against her mouth and nose. The world went black around her.

When she slowly came to, who knows how many minutes or hours later, it was warm. She was lying on something soft, probably a mattress covered in fine linen. As she tried to open her eyes she noticed she was blindfolded and as she tried to remove the blindfold she realized her hands were tied to bars at the end of the mattress. Her legs had been spread and her feet were also tied. She was very, very scared and her alarm grew as she heard a door open. A draft of air over her body made her aware she was naked. She could hear footsteps, softened by a thick carpet, coming closer, and she could feel the weight of a person sitting down beside her on the bed. Despite the warmth in the room she was shivering with fear. All was still and quiet for a while, but it didn't lessen her fear. Suddenly she felt a hand on her hip and had to bite back a scream. She didn't want to aggravate whoever it was who was holding her. The hand didn't move, but the size and roughness told her it was a man's hand.
It took a long time until the hand started to move. It slid slowly up, over her stomach and between her breasts. Despite her fright she could feel her nipples harden at the teasing touch.The man at the bedside drew a circle around her breast with his fingers, but without actually touching her breasts. His hand slid back down to her bellybutton, and she could feel his other hand as well, gently sliding up and down her waistline from her ribs to her hips. Her shivering increased as his hands slid up her sides to cup her breasts, and her breath hitched as his thumbs flipped over her erect nipples. Her fear was still overpowering, but in spite of it she felt herself responding to the knowing touch of her kidnapper.

She felt his weight shift as he moved from the side of the bed and positioned himself between her legs. As his hands continued to tease her breasts she felt the warmt and moisture of his breath on her stomach for a few seconds before his tongue slipped into her bellybutton and circled it. Without knowing it she moaned softly as he scraped his teeth along her stomach. He let his tongue travel upwards, until he had her nipple in his mouth. Her moan was louder when he started to suckle, while his hand mimicked the moves of his tongue on her other breast.

Ronja was feeling confused. She was still scared, but the fear was slipping away under the pressure of her rising excitement. She was trembling, but no longer in fear. The hand that had been massaging her breast moved down, gliding over her hips and down her leg to her knee befor moving up again, and she gasped as he stroked the inside of her thigh, closer and closer to her soft mound. He laid himself down next to her, and she could feel that he was naked to as his body stretched out against hers. His hand moved up and his fingers found her clit, giving it a little rub before moving away again, making her moan. He continued, returning to tease her and then moving away, until she was writhing, rising her hips to follow his fingers. She could hear by his heavy breathing that she was not the only one aroused and she felt his member against her hip, hard as a steel rod. His fingers moved further into her while his thumb continued to massage her clitoris. She tried to fight it, tried to hold on to her fear, but very soon it was washed away by the waves of her orgasm.

As she floated down from the peaks of pleasure, she felt his weight shifting again as he positioned himself between her legs onece more. She hadn't even recovered from her first orgasm when she felt his tongue slide in between the outer lips of her vagina. If his hands had been skilful, his mouth was amazeing! She could not believe herself as she was soon bucking and screaming, but just as she was reaching her second orgasm, he stopped licking and sucking and she felt the tip of his rod pushing into her. A single thought strayed through her mind, as she realized that technically she was being raped, but that if he stopped she would explode. He entered her slowly at first, but as she lifted her hips to meet him it seemed like he lost his control, and he rammed into her with full force. He was so long, it felt like he touched her womb. For the fist time she heard him moan. For a second or two they remained still, feeling only the vibrations of their joining, but then he started pounding like his life depended on it, and she matched him, rearing and bucking her hips against his. They were both gasping, panting and moaning, sweat slicking their bodies, and it didn't take long before they both came, first she and he a moment later. As he collapsed on top of her they both fell asleep.

She was the first one to wake up, but the weight on the mattress told her thet her captor was lying beside her, and his even, shallow breathing told her he was sleeping. As she stretched her stiff limbs she noticed the restraint on one of her hands had come loose in the midst of their athletic activities. She quickly tugged her hand free, ripped of her blindfold and turned to open the knot holding her other hand in place. Then she turned again, careful not to let her movements disturb the man sleeping next to her. She did not know what she had been expecting to see, but it certainly wasn't a gorgeous young man like the one her eyes fell on. She sat up and untied her feet, and then pondered her situation. She had been kidnapped, tied up and blindfolded, but she wasn't scared anymore, just curious. Why would a stud like this have to kidnap women? She took a brief glance at her surroundings - they were luxurious to say the very least, with masses of heavy velvet and gleaming mahogany. Her eyes returned to the sleeping man beside her, and she thought of the intense pleasure he had given her. The thought came to her that the least she could do was return the favor. She moved swiftly and lightly, positioning herself on all fours over him and lowering her lips to the tip of his penis. It awoke before he did, rising quickly until she could suck him without problem. As her hands moved down his shaft to caress his balls she felt him stir and knew he was awake. He gasped as her tongue poked into the hole at the end of his rod, but a few seconds later it was her turn to let our a moan as she could feel him parting her lower lips and start to lick her. They teased each other towards a climax, but suddenly she jerked and stiffened, because his tongue had moved upwards to her asshole and was pushing into it. His hand continued to massage her clit, but as he reached into a drawer in the nightstand and removed a tube of lubricant she knew what he wanted, and stiffened even more. He didn't rush though, and she slowly started to relax again. His fingers rubbed her toward an orgasm, and when she felt the head of his penis pressing between her buttocks she was more ready. He took it very slow, and it actually didn't hurt as much as she had thought. By the time he was in to his hilt she had relaxed enough for the pain to subside, and as he slowly started to move she felt a whole new kind of pleasure. One of his hands was still massaging her between the legs, and the other cupped her breast. As she felt herself coming closer to climax, she could feel him stiffening and jerking and knew he was coming too. This time they came in perfect unison.

He put his hands on her shoulders and slowly pulled himself out of her tight asshole. She turned around and faced him for the first time. His hands were stroking her face, and their eyes locked in a gaze that spoke volumes. Gently she bent forward, and they shared their first kiss; long, slow and sumptuous it filled her with a glorious feeling that this was only the beginning.

Later he told her his name was Ethan, and he told her his story. He said he had had his share of willing women, but he took pride in pleasuring a woman, and he could never be sure if they responded to his touches alone or if his stunning good looks and wealth contributed to their willingness. Therefore, he figured that if he could bring a kidnapped, terrified woman to total surrender and make him forget her fears, it would prove his abilities as a lover. Needless to say, Ronja's response had exceeded his expectations. Two years later they were married, and never was a couple more evenly matched in all aspects of life.