Kidnapped Cop (closed)

[dr_mabeuse]

It had never occurred to me that Maria might have a totally different conception of marriage than I had. My folks had had their troubles too, and I know I'd been a real pain in the ass to them, but there had never been any doubt that they would stay together. And when the going got rough, there was always someone around, an uncle, a cousin, an aunt. It was a big, loud family, poorer than dirt, and I'd always been ashamed of them at the time, but they never made my life into the kind of horror Maria had endured.

I held her in my arms and tried to calm her down. I hated to see her like this, in pain, and I tried to find some words to make it better. But what could I say.

"Maria, baby?" I said. She wouldn't look at me, just kept her face buried against my chest. "I could promise you that we would never be like that. But really, what would that mean? No one means to end up like that. No one wants it. But it happens, doesn't it?"

"Maria, if you don't want to get married, or if you want to wait, that's okay with me, baby. Really it is. All I want, all I really want is you, and to know that I'll have you no matter what. I just love you so much, and I'm so scared you'll disappear. That's all it's about baby. That's all if means."

I rolled over and pulled her face up to look at me. She hates me to see her cry, and she fought me, but I wouldn't let her get away. I kissed her lips, I kissed her eyes. I kissed the tears off her cheeks.

"I want you forever, Maria. I want you to be just mine, my own woman, my own lover, If that means getting married, then I want to marry you. If that means not getting married, then I don't want to marry you. But I have to have you, Maria. I have to know you'll always be with me. That if we have an argument or a fight--and I know we will because everyone does--that you won't just pick up and leave."

"Look," I said, and I picked at the chain that she still wore around her wrist. "Remember how you felt when I put this on you, and what it meant? Well that's all this ring is, except when other people see it, they'll know. They'll know it means that you belong to me. You're mine; you're Danny's girl, and they'd better not fuck with you."

"Give me your hand." I said, and she put out her left hand. "This means you're mine, like I just said. That's all it means for now. It means I love you and I want everyone to know." I slipped the ring on her finger, and immediately I saw her feel it with her thumb.

"I'm giving it to you. It's yours, and you can wear it or you can take it off. You can do what you want with it, Maria. It's yours."

 

[SecretDesires]

Maria lay very still, her finger running around the band of the ring. She felt bad that she had ruined Danny's surprise, she knew that he had wanted it to be a special, romantic thing and she had snatched even that from him. She had let her own paranoia take control even when she knew how he felt about her.

Looking up at him, tears still filling her eyes, she said,"Danny, I want to be truthful. I had always vowed not to ever get married. I never wanted to go through that again. I never wanted to put any children I had through that. I was...I was just as afraid of becoming my mother as I was of marrying someone like my father."

She took a deep breath before she continued. "Of course then I knew love didn't exist. It couldn't if things like that could happen. I knew I would never find someone who could make me believe that love was real and that I could feel safe and alive and like I wanted to be with them forever."

She shook her head, blinking the tears from her eyes. "I was wrong. I was wrong then and I was wrong now. I guess I knew even when we were in school that you were the one that could shatter those beliefs. Maybe that was why I was always so afraid of you. Of what you could make me feel even when I thought I didn't want to."

Reaching up to pull herself back in his arms, she held him tight. "I guess what I am saying is that I am still scared but I know in my heart that I will always be safe with you. I know you will never treat me like that or even treat a child like that either. I just let my fear get the better of me and I am sorry."

Taking the ring from her finger, she placed it in his hands and closed it over it, but held on tight. "Please, lets do this again, the right way. Ask me again, Danny. Ask me and I promise the answer will be yes. Yes to a lifetime with you. Yes to all the problems and pleasures in that lifetime. Yes to the house and the picket fence, the kids, dogs and bills and even yes to any fights that might break out. Because I know no matter what happens, if we love each other as much in thirty five years as we do now, we will find a way to work things out."

Running her free hand along his face she smiled. "I know it won't be easy. Nothing between us has been easy since the day I first saw you. And you will have to help me be strong in a way I have never had to be strong before. But I want this. I want this so much my heart aches and I know if I pass this up I will be passing up the love of a lifetime. I want to take this chance as long as it is with you."

 

[dr_mabeuse]

I was a whirl of emeotion as she was speaking. All the hope, the fear, the desire. It had all seemed like it would be so simple. You loved someone, you wanted to be with them foreverm you got married. I hadn't counted on these ghosts from her past coming up and confusing everything. Now I didn't know: was she saying yes because she wanted what I wanted, or was she just trying to spare my feelings. I didn't know what to think.

"Come here." I said, taking her wrists and pulling her from the bed. I pulled over an arm chair and put it in the middle of the floor. "Sit down."

She was naked, just as I was. She sat down and looked at me fearfully. I went to the special suitace and popped it open. Inside were all my toys, all my gear. I took out two lenagth of soft, nylon rope and tied her wrists to the arms of the chair.

"Danny..." she began, but I put a finger to her lips.

"No words." I said.

I tied her ankles to the legs of the chair, forcing her to spread her legs. She was embarrassed and confused, and very aware that she had upset me, and she was in no mood for bondage games. I didn't know what I was doing myself. It just seemed right somehow. This is how we'd begun, with her my prisoner, tied to a chair.

Maybe it was some sort of symbolism to me, I don't know. I just didn't want to talk anymore. Words were just so much trouble, such false, confusing things. This was better. I knew what this meant.

Once her ankles were secure I tied her knees to the chair arms as well, forcing her legs open and exposing herself. She was very upset now and scared too. She didn't know what I was doing.

I threw some turns of rope around her body and pulled her tight into the chair. The ropes dug into the softness of her breasts, but she didn't complain. I pulled them snug and tied them off, then stepped back and looked at her.

As I said, she was scared. I think she really thought that I was going to hurt her, or maybe it was just her knowing that she had hurt me. But really, I wasn't thinking about that at all any more. I was looking at her, at how fucking beautiful she was, and how terribly desirable, how helpless. God only knows how or why a few pieces of rope can excite me so terribly, can make me just helpless with desire, but they do. She looked so very womanly sitting there like thatm tied to the chair: so patient, so vulnerable, so available and innocent. And so crushingly beautiful that I could hardly breathe. My desire for her was like a lump in my chest.

And she saw the change in me. Whatever hurt or anger I had shown before was swallowed by the searing heat of my gace. I made no attempt to hide it. I wanted her to see what she did to me, how she made me feel. I wanted her to see how I longed for her, how I needed her.

I got down on my knees at her feet. On my knees. I put my hands on the seat of the chair and slowly dipped my head to her thigh. I just touched her with the tip of my tongue, savoring the feel of her warm, soft skin, hearing her surprised gasp. So slowly I moved myy face closer to her, until I could kiss her thighm and I kissed her long and tenderly, just loving the rfeel of her flesh beneath my lips. Then I moved to her other thigh.

"Danny." she breathed.

I kissed slowly down the length of her thighs. I licked her, dragging my tongue against her silken skin. I rubbed my face against her legs, my cheeks and head. I was terribly hard now and throbbing, but I ignored it. I wanted to show her what I felt, how she made me feel when she gave herself to me like this.

She began to breathe faster, and I heard her moan softly as I kissed her legs. I don't know how long I was at it. Time didn't matter now, it was the geography of her thighs, the smooth firm skin on the tops of her legs, the tender softness inside, the quivering warmth of the flesh near her pussy as I nibbled and tasted, worshipping her.

When finally I stopped and looked up at her, her face was a mask of deisre, her lips swollen, her eyes half closed, nostrils flared, helplessly waiting. I could see her pulse throbbing in her throat.

I took the ring from the night table.

"Maria," I said, "Marry me. Be with me always. Forever."

"Yes, Danny, yes." she said softly. "I will. I love you."

I slipped the ring on her bound hand and she closed her eyes. I got up and kissed away the tears as quickly as they fell, but I couldn't keep up. Finally I took her hair and tilted her head gently back and kissed her, deep and long and sweet,

And at the same time the head of my cock found her and she lifted to me as much as she could. I slid into her with the same passionate gentleness and felt her tremble.

 

[SecretDesires]

For some reason being in this position made Maria's fear of the past take a backseat to the present. Now she could see clearly, see the love Danny had for her, his desire to hold and protect her, to be with her always.

As his lips found her flesh she moaned, desire flaring instantly as it always did at his touch. She writhed in her bonds, not to get away but because the fire burning within her was so overwhelming that she could not control herself. She wanted desperately to get away from what was holding her back from being able to touch him, to caress him and to pleasure him as he was pleasuring her.

As he left her abruptly, she sat there breathing hard, passion tinging her vision so she could only see him. Nothing else in the room registered in her mind. Her body was on fire and now it felt empty without his closeness and all she wanted was for him to come back and continue until they were both spent with the passion they felt for each other.

It was hard for her to concentrate on his words as he asked her again to marry him but she never hesitated with the answer. She knew this was right, that he was the only one who could ever make her feel like this. Scared and yet feeling safe and warm. She loved the conflicting emotions as they seemed to heighten the passion she felt and she knew she could never live without him now that she had found this place with him.

As he slipped the ring on her finger, it felt heavy, as if it reminded her that she was tied heart and soul with this man before her. And that reminder increased her feeling of being safe, wanted and loved and she wanted only to join with him, to become as one with him, to be connected in the closest way possible for two human beings to be connected.

Tears streamed down her face but she did not notice them until he began to kiss them away and the knowledge that she was crying in joy and relief made her cry even harder until his mouth covered hers and she moaned into the kiss. His body seemed to find her own as if it was honed into her very being and she lifted her hips as much as she could to take him in and a low half moan/half growl came from her throat.

"Danny!" She gasped as she rotated her hips within her confinement, thrusting up to take him, sqeeze his hardness within her and then fall back only to thrust up again.

She growled in frustration as the bonds held her fast, the ropes tightening about her breasts and causing the nipples to point upwards toward his chest each time she thrust forward.

"God! Please don't torture me like this," She gasped as she fell back again,"I need you so much, Danny! I need you to take me now, make me yours, fill me with your hardness. Oh, god, please Danny! Please!"

Whimpering she thrust back again at him letting him know of her need for him to take her hard then and there and to claim her for his own once again.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

It was like the best of both worlds: Maria's tears and her kisses told me of her real love for me, while the way she moved her hips and her words were pure hunger, pure physical lust. So she was simultaneously the woman I loved, the Queen of my soul. and the same time she was the perfect fuck, the whore of my fantasies, all hot need and straining flesh. It was just incredibly exciting for me.

With her tied to the chair that way, I couldn't take her completely, I could just get the first inch or two of my cock in her, and that's why she was straining so hard to take me deeper, but the rope around her waist held her back. Even so, what she was doiing to me felt incredibly good. I don't know where she learned to do what she was doing, squeezing me and milking me. I don't even know how she had enough slack to move her hips like that, but it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, seeing her stsraining against the ropes in a desperate attempt to take me deeper inside.

I knew she was frustrated. She wanted me, and I wanted her. With my cock only partly in her my balls were scraping on the rough fabric of the chair. The rope across her chest had forced her nipples up so that they pressed against my chest as I kissed her hungrily.

I needed her too, and as I kissed her I found the knot that held her to the chair and pulled--another reason to always use quick release knots, fans--and though her knees were still tied, she was able to arch off the chair and take me deeper. Every muscle in her body was straining with the effort and trembling as she fucked herself onto me, and all I could do was grab her ass and pull her up to me.

I wanted to get her untied, but her tightness was so deleicious, all I could do was groan and fight for control. Maria's face, clenched into a grimace of need broke into a wild smile as she heard me, knowing that now she was teasing me as well, giving as good as she got.

"Baby! Wait! Wait!" I gasped, pulling out of her. I quickly untied her knees and ankles, and then her wrists. Immediately she got upand started climbing onto the bed.

"No," I said. "On the floor. Right here on the floor." I wanted the hardness of the floor beneath us, knowing I could drive that much deeper into her without the give of the mattress beneath us.

She got down on the carpet without a word, and as she brushed her hair out of her face I saw her hand trembling. She was trying to stay compoased, but when I got between her knees she immediately wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me into her with incredible strength.

"Oh God!" she moaned as she rolled her hips around on my cock. "Oh Danny! Oh Danny, yes!"

I pushed my hips down on her, pressing her ass to the floor, then driving deep. She gloried in it, crying out and squealing. I kissed her, hot, open mouthed, suffocating in each others' mouths but unable to pull away, joined as closely as we could possibly be as she rose to me and I pushed down into her as I felt myself rise to my climax.

 

[SecretDesires]

Heaven at last! As Danny sank into her as deep as he could go, Maria lifted her hips, moving against him and squeezing her muscle walls as tight as she could around him. She heard him moan and smiled begining to thrust at him as her legs tightened around his ass helping her to thrust him inside her harder and harder needing, desiring his possession of her.

As their kiss broke she tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him to go to her taunt breasts. She needed to feel his mouth on her flaming the fire that was burning in her. As his mouth closed on her hard nipple, she groaned and arched against him the passion breaking over her in waves. Her body spasmed and her pussy contracted around him again and again as she jerked helplessly beneath him completely caught up in her climax.

"Oh, Danny, Danny, Danny," She cried out not able to say anything more coherent and simply wanting him to know what he was doing to her. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders she hung on for dear life letting the passion take her where it would and glorying in the feel of him deep inside of her.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

I cried out as I came inside her. Not a groan, not a moan, but a cry of pleasure and ecsasty and real joy as I burst inside her with all the power I had. It was like they say: like lighting the flame of life itself, like giving birth to a star. It was pleasure beyond what I had ever lknown, pleasure that transcended pleasure. It was love, incendiary and complete, and I felt as if our spirits had dissolved in one another as our bodies clung together in that beautiful act of animal love.

She held me, shuddering beneath me and whispering my name over and over as she climaxed and I trembled on top of her, pouring all my essence into her and wanting to give her still more, wanting to give her every last drop of everything I had to give.

I had never known sex like this that involved all of me so completely: my body, my mind, my heart and soul. I had never known any woman to give herself so completely to me, to want me so badly. I collapsed upon her, overwhelmed.

Beneath me Maria was crying softly and smiling, kissing me and still saying my name, her hands stroking lazily up and down my back as she still held me between her trambling legs. I didn't feel I had to stop her tears this time. I knew they were for joy, and I was close to crying myself. I was just so totally emotionally exhausted and physically satisfied. I just put my head down on her breast and listened to her heart race. There was nothing I could say that would have meant anything after that.

In time I recovered enough to roll off her, but Maria couldn't get up; her legs were still shaking, so I picked her up and led her to bed. I took her in my arms, and like that we were asleep.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

My story ends here. I mean, I could go on, but I don't know if there's any lesson in what happened to Maria and I after that night I proposed and she accepted. We finally did get married, though it took a hell of a long time. Almost another year. It took us that long to get things settled with her career and my own changes and to realize that there was no longer anything stopping us.

I kind of feel like our story should have a down side. It started so weird and burst into such a blaze of passion that it was really scary. I think you can tell from what I've said that I'd never felt anything before like what I felt for Maria. It made my previous girl friends seem like schoolyard crushes. Maria just grabbed my heart and squeezed it like a sponge, turned my world upside down and shook it, and she took over my life O loved her so much. So it seems like I should tell you that things finally calmed down. But they never did. To this very day she'll sometimes come up to me, maybe with a piece of rope in her hand, or she'll just give me that look during dinner or when I get home, and I melt all over again.

Of course now we've got to wait until the kids are asleep and I have to use a gag on her, but she still drives me out of my mind with lust for her. She still loves it when I take her and tie her up. And I still love to take her like that.

Being with her has taught me so much of what it is to be a man and to love a woman. It goes so much deeper than I ever had thought. It turns out those cliches are true: she's all I need to survive, and without her I'm nothing.

So what did I learn out of all this? What's the moral to this story? I wish I knew. The only moral I know is that I just lucked out.

No, really, I guess it's this: Hold out for one who really loves you. Don't settle for a sort-of love, for someone who's just good enough. With Maria and I it was magic: the things I wanted to take were the very things she wanted to give, and the things she wanted to take were the things I wanted to give. It was a double push-pull type of thing, and by fitting together so perfectly, by working together like that, we formed a couple that was stronger than the sum of our individual strengths.

Everyone should be so lucky.