Chapter 17

Warning: Very Dark Mature Content Ahead

I slowly open my eyes, disoriented and confused. I can feel some restrains around my wrists, my ankles. My heart starts racing as I realize that I'm naked, and completely vulnerable.

My eyes flicked around the room, taking in the dimly lit surroundings. The moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow on everything. I could see the outlines of familiar objects, but they were distorted, almost surreal. My wrists were bound with soft, silky fabric, and my ankles were tied to the bedposts.

The ropes dug into my skin, making me aware of every inch of my body. I tried to move, to free myself, but it was no use. My body was immobilized, trapped by the ropes.

Then I saw Shraf, standing at the edge of the bed, watching me with dark eyes.

"Shraf, what's going on? Why am I tied up like this?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.

He didn't answer me. Instead, he approached the bed, his eyes locked onto mine. My heart was beating so fast, I could feel it in my throat. I had always been afraid of the dark and being tied up, but Shraf's presence made it worse.

My heart was pounding so hard that I could feel the rush of blood in my ears. I could feel a cold sweat breaking out all over my body as I tried to make sense of what was happening. Why had Shraf done this? What did he want from me? He looked different, almost dangerous, and my heart skipped a beat.

As he leaned over me, I could smell his cologne, a scent I had always found alluring. He began to kiss me slowly and tenderly, his hands roaming over my body. I tried to resist him, but it was no use. My body was betraying me, responding to his touch.

I could feel the heat between us building, as his kisses became more intense and passionate. Despite my fear, I couldn't deny that there was a part of me that wanted this. Shraf had always been able to make me feel alive in ways that no one else could.

He whispered in my ear, his voice husky and low. "Relax, Eva. I won't hurt you. I just want you to feel pleasure."

I knew I should be scared, but I couldn't deny the desire that was building inside of me. My body was responding to his touch, and I found myself wanting more.

As he continued to kiss me, I felt his hands move down to my breasts, gently massaging them. I moaned softly, surprised at how good it felt. I had always been reserved when it came to sex, but with Shraf, I felt free to explore my desires.

I could feel him growing harder against my thigh, and I knew what he wanted. I was torn between my fear and my desire, but in that moment, the desire won out.

He moved his lips down to my neck, kissing and nibbling on my sensitive skin. I could feel his tongue moving in circles, making me shiver with pleasure. His hands moved down to my stomach, gently massaging me as he kissed his way down to my breasts.

I could feel his mouth closing over my nipple, sucking and nibbling on it gently. I moaned again, my body arching up towards him. He knew exactly what I liked, and he was doing everything in his power to give it to me.

As he continued to pleasure me, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the heat building inside of me, and I knew I was about to explode.

And then, just as I was about to reach my peak, he stopped. He looked up at me with dark eyes, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

"Not yet, Eva. I want to make you wait," he said, his voice husky with desire.

I was panting, my body desperate for release. But I knew he was right. This was his game, and I was playing by his rules.

He moved up to kiss me again, his hands moving down to my thighs. I could feel his fingers stroking my inner thighs, teasing me mercilessly. I wanted to beg him to stop, but at the same time I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to continue, to take me to heights of pleasure that I had never experienced before. I moaned as his fingers finally grazed my most intimate spot, sending jolts of electricity throughout my body.

He continued to tease me, flicking and circling his fingers over my sensitive area. My breathing became erratic, and I could feel the tension building inside me. I was on the edge of an explosive release, and I could tell he was enjoying every moment of it.

But then he stopped, pulling his hand away and leaning back to look at me with a smirk. "Not yet, Eva," he said, his eyes dark with desire.

I groaned in frustration, wanting nothing more than to reach my climax. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the thrill of the game he was playing. I was completely under his control, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

He moved back down to my body, his lips tracing a path down my neck and chest. His mouth found my breasts, and he began to suck and nibble on them, sending bolts of pleasure straight to my core. I arched my back, wanting more.

He moved even lower, his mouth finally reaching my most sensitive spot. He flicked his tongue against me, and I let out a loud moan. He continued to use his mouth and fingers to bring me closer and closer to the brink of release, each touch sending me higher and higher.

As I reached my peak, Shraf suddenly stopped before I could fully release. He stared at me with a sly smile on his lips, his eyes dark and mischievous.

"Do you want me to continue?" he asked, his voice teasing.

My body was aching with need, desperate for release, but I couldn't bring myself to beg. I was angry, frustrated, and feeling used.

"Then work for me," he whispered, his voice low and demanding.

I shook my head, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I didn't want to give in to his games, to be used and manipulated for his pleasure.

"No," I said firmly, gritting my teeth in anger.

Shraf's expression hardened, and he got up from the bed, leaving me lying there restrained and unsatisfied. He leaned down to whisper in my ear, his voice husky,

"Then you won't get any," he said before walking out of the room not bothering to remove my restraints. I know why he did that, he wanted to make sure that I couldn't get myself off.

My eyes narrowed as I glared at Shraf's retreating figure. How dare he leave me like this, bound and helpless, after getting me so close to release? The anger that had been simmering inside me boiled over, fueling my determination to break free from the restraints and get my revenge.

But as I tried to struggle free, I found that the knots were too tight. My body was too weak and exhausted from the intense pleasure that Shraf had given me. I cursed him under my breath, feeling both angry and helpless at the same time.

The room was silent except for the sound of my ragged breathing and the faint rustling of the sheets as I tried to move. The darkness enveloped me, making me feel alone and vulnerable. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that something had changed between Shraf and me.

I had always thought I knew him, but now I wasn't so sure. The way he had restrained me, seduced me, and then left me helpless made me wonder if he was playing some kind of twisted game with me. The thought sent shivers down my spine.

I struggled to clear my head, trying to come up with a plan to get out of this mess. But my thoughts were clouded by the intense pleasure that Shraf had given me, making it hard to focus on anything else.

As I lay there, bound and helpless, I couldn't help but wonder what Shraf's true intentions were. Was he trying to punish me for refusing to work at his office? Was he trying to teach me a lesson?

The questions swirled around in my head, but I couldn't find any answers. All I knew was that I needed to get out of this situation and confront Shraf about what he had done to me.

But for now, I was trapped, at his mercy, waiting for him to return and release me from my restraints. The darkness continued to loom over me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was in some kind of twisted nightmare.