In the Arms of Danger

Cult Threats

"Your shirt. Please. I need your shirt," He pants, bending the basket slightly as he braces himself against it. He needs to get out of here before he does something he'll regret forever.

"Hey. Tell me what's going on?" Your voice is firm, his head snapping to you.

"Just.....shirt. Please," He whimpers, wanting to just slam you onto the bed and have his way with you.

He can't. If he ever has any hope of you willingly staying with him he needs to get out of here. His body is hot and it's all he can do to not touch himself or you. He just needs a little help from your stuff to get him off a few times until the damn drug gets flushed from his system.

"Oh my god! They drugged you?!" You cry, Bob whimpering when your cool hands rest against his burning cheeks. Are his eyes really that hazy? He feels pretty hazy and he's starting to have trouble even focusing on anything except the erection in his pants.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," He whimpers as he sinks to his knees, leaning into the coolness of your touch.

"Bob," You breathe softly as you kneel down in front of him, your hands still resting on his cheeks. "It's okay. I'm here."

"No," He moans softly, refusing to look up at you. "No, I can't. I've already done so much to you. I'm a terrible person."

"Bob," You call softly, forcing him to look up at you.

He's caught off guard when you suddenly kiss him, his hands clenching into fists as he trembles. He whimpers when you bite his bottom lip, trying and failing at not giving you access when your hands slide down his chest but unable to keep from gasping at how pleasurable it feels. He moans softly when your tongue finds its way into his mouth, allowing you full access without fighting back. He's doing his best to keep from latching around you, still trying to fight the haziness as he tries to resist. No, he can't. He can't do this. You're going to hate him for it and you're going to leave him. Without meaning to tears stream down his cheeks, torn between arousal and fear.

"Come on darling," You hiss against his lips. "Come to bed."

"Noooo," He moans out, his body shuddering when your hand suddenly brushes down the front of his pants. "I'm sorry."

"Shhh, it's okay," You breathe against his lips. "Come on."

"I'm sorry," He breathes once again.

Despite his apology he's unable to hold back any longer when you run your fingers through his hair, tugging your arm to get you close to him and smashing his lips to yours, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him. He's able to get to his feet and helps you up before wrapping his arms back around. His hands cup your ass and he lifts you into the air, the sound of your chain causing him to pause a moment.

"Bob, please," Your voice is husky in his ear and it's all the permission he needs to get you pinned to the bed.

He buries his face in your neck, enjoying the moans he earns as he marks your skin, claiming you as his. He groans when your knee slides against his crotch, his length throbbing painfully in his pants. Your hands slide down his chest and down his stomach before they grab the bottom of his sweater, Bob parting to let you pull it off of him. His lips connect to yours once you toss it away, shivering against your touch as your bare skin meets his. He returns the favor, his hands trembling as they slowly lift your shirt up and then toss it elsewhere in the room. He trails kisses down your neck, marking your collarbone as he trails his lips lower, surprised to find you braless. Still, he's not arguing as he trails his tongue between your breasts.

"Bob," He hears you gasp, his hands coming to cup your breasts.

"Darlin'," He moans back, gently massaging your breasts in his hand.

He shudders when your knee rubs against him again, jerking back and working off his pants and boxers. He can't get to you fast enough. You do the same while he's off of you, his eyes widening at the half lidded look you give him as you spread your good leg and injured leg apart. He swears he can feels his heart pounding in his cock right about now. He climbs between your legs and smashes his lips to yours. He's aware enough to ease himself inside of you gently so he doesn't hurt you. He doesn't have to have a quick pace. He wants to enjoy this as long as possible. He enjoys the moan he earns out of your once he's all the way inside you, peppering kisses along your neck. He pulls his hips back and thrusts them forward again, enjoying the way your body is tight around him.

You're so perfect. You might hate him but god did he love and adore you. You're everything to him, everything he's ever wanted in his whole entire life. He never imagined he could love anything as much as he loves you.

"Faster. Please, faster," You plead with him after a while of his steady pace and he readily agrees.

He shifts his hips until he finds your g-spot, thrusting into you at a quicker pace. He moans when your nails scrape down his bare back, pleasure and desire overwhelming him as he admires your state below him. You're moaning about as loud as he is and when he gives you enough access you return the favor of marking him in your own love bites. Hard pants leave both of you as he speeds his movements, chasing the orgasm that's been so close since the damn drug started coursing through his system. He can't help himself as he opens his mouth wide and bites hard onto your shoulder. He's caught by surprise when you reach your orgasm first, your pulsing walls bringing him to his own orgasm.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck," You gasp out below him as your hands tighten around his neck. "Again. Please. Again."

He has no issue with your request as his arousal is still high, the drug still coursing through his veins. He loses track of how many times you both orgasm, lost in the pleasure and desire as you two come together over and over again. You're both covered in bruises and bite marks by the end of it, surprising Bob when you bit him as well and god you were so fucking hot when you did it. The drug isn't completely out of his system as his mind still feels a bit hazy but neither of you have the energy to even continue.

"I have to pee," You groan after you two just cuddle for a little while, both of you coming down from your highs together.

"Need help?" He asks you.

"I got it," You smile, giving him a kiss before easing out of bed.

He watches you make your way to the bathroom on your crutches, admiring you from the bed. He never wants to lose you but he's sure it's only going to be a matter of time. Maybe even in the morning after all of this is said and done. He doesn't want to threaten you to stay. It's bad enough he keeps you in this house against your will. You've been pretending it's fine lately but he doubts it. You told him you can't sit still and that's all he's made you do. He's held you here against your will and pretends he doesn't know where you are to your friends even though he does. He's destroyed your life and he hates himself for it. He's been the worst partner in existence.

"I love you," You tell him as you snuggle close to him after coming back from the bathroom.

"I love you too," He breathes, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Nothing has ever made him cry quite like you make him cry. How can you possibly love him after all of this? How can you still say that after all he's done. He listens as your breathing evens out as you fall asleep. He just cries a while as he holds you, eventually falling asleep with you in his arms. This might be the very last time he ever gets to do this after all.