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onmysluttyknees · 6 months

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Stockholm's Syndrome

Chapter 1

Pairing: Dave York x female reader.

Rating: E 18+ (minors dni). This is for mature audience only! By continuing reading you agree that you are over 18. ⚠️⚠️⚠️Warning! This is a fic about Dave York and it contains gun play! Do not interact if that is not your cup of tea! ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Words: 4K

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Wrong place at the wrong time. That appeared to be the story of your life. You always found yourself in precarious situations. But this was by far the worst one ever.

After a late night out with some coworkers, you were making your way home. You had assured them that you would be fine walking since your place was only a few blocks from the bar. You had done it numerous times before. No biggie.

But as you had walked down an alley, thinking you would take the shortcut, you had, however, inadvertently stumbled into something you were not intended to have seen. A man in dark clothing was aiming a gun at another man who was kneeling in front of him. And then the gun went off. You should have run away. You should have screamed. But you remained still, motionless, and silent.

You blinked a few times, as if that would rid you of the sight in front of you. But no matter how many times you blinked, what you saw didn’t change. The man who had moments ago been begging for his life lay dead on the ground, and the man in black leaned over, perhaps to make sure he was dead. A low noise was heard, and the man in black turned around and locked eyes with you. Fuck! Had you made that noise? You must have, because of the way the man looked at you, and before you had any time to think, he stood up and walked over to you.

And that’s when everything went black.

You woke up slowly, taking in your surroundings. Trying to move your arms, you realized you were tied up. What the fuck?! Then you remembered the last thing that happened before you blacked out. The man in black, the dead man, and all the blood pouring onto the ground.

Looking around as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you noticed someone standing in the doorway at the far end of the room.

“I was beginning to think you hit your head too hard when you fainted and wouldn’t wake up,” the man at the end of the room said. You couldn’t see him; the voice was low and dark. It sounded almost as if he were smiling, though.

“Who are you?" And untie me right now!” You said, almost demanding. For someone in your position, you sure didn’t know how to act accordingly. You probably shouldn’t be so…so bitchy. But right now, fear wasn’t on your mind, even though it probably should be. Any normal person would be scared. And on some level, you guessed you were a little bit scared. But the moment the man stepped closer and you could see his face in the dim light emanating from the small window, something else took over.

His dark eyes, which looked almost black, made him look deadly. And his aquiline nose—you had always had a thing for men with big noses. And his jawline, with a five-o'clock shadow beginning to appear, made you want to run your tongue along it. You scolded yourself mentally for the way you let your mind run wild. This was insane. You were probably insane.

He was standing right in front of you, staring down at you, his dark eyes bored into you, straight into your soul. Thinking that if you had only taken an Uber, you would be at home in bed asleep now. But this was more interesting, even though it was so beyond fucked up that you even thought that. And you knew it.

He reached behind his back and pulled something out. A gun. Your eyes dropped to the gun in his hand. Eyes widening and your breath hitched, but not from fear. It should terrify you, but it didn’t. The thought that ran through your mind at that moment had nothing to do with fear. He looked at you, then the gun in his hand, he reached out to you with the gun and dragged it along your jaw.

“Are you scared?” His voice was smooth like silk, and you fought with yourself to keep your breathing as normal as you could. This was beyond fucked. He had you tied up and a gun in your face, but here you were, turned on more than you had ever been before.

“No,” you said as his dark eyes scanned your face. Your eyes dipped again to the gun, and a soft moan slipped out before you had the chance to stop it.

"Oh, you’re a really filthy one, aren’t you?” He asked, his voice like honey on toast while his eyes made you question your sanity. One should not be thinking that this man was hot, not in this situation at least. Any sane person would be scared out of their mind.

"No, I’m not," you said, but you couldn’t look away from the intimidating man in front of you or his gun.

You knew how fucked up this whole thing was. It really was. But at the same time, it turned you on immensely. It didn’t matter that he still had blood on his hands and clothes. That somehow made this whole thing that much more exhilarating. Fuck, you needed help.

“I guess we could have some fun before,” he purred as he let the gun drop from your jaw down to your neck, and he painted an invisible line with it as it descended down your heaving chest. Looking down where the gun was, you noticed a few of the top buttons on your silk blouse had popped open, giving the man a good view of your breasts. And he appeared to like what he saw.

“If I shoved my finger into your panties now, you would be dripping wet. Wouldn't you?” He asked in a low, somewhat threatening voice that sent a shiver through your body and down to your core.

“No,” You could feel the slick pooling in your panites even as you said it. They were already soaked; you pressed your legs together slightly for any kind of relief. And he noticed. A sly smirk spread on his lips, happy to be right, you assumed.

With him standing in front of you while sitting you down, you had the perfect view of the growing bulge in his black, tight jeans.

"It looks to me like you’re enjoying this,” he said with an arrogant sneer as you pulled at the restraints, wishing your hands weren’t tied up so that you could touch him. But you suspected that he preferred it this way.

“Why don’t you untie me?” You asked and tugged at the bindings once more. The rope was tied tightly and securely. There was no way you would be able to wiggle your way out of them.

He let the gun glide down and land between your thighs. His other hand grabbed a hold of one of your legs, and he pushed them apart before he let the hand without the gun slide higher up. You should have objected and tried to stop him. But truth be told, you wanted him to touch you. You wanted him to touch you there. The need for something was growing, and you didn’t know what you would do if he didn’t either release you or touch you where you needed it the most.

This was depraved and absurd. But as his hand moved higher up your thigh, you couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out.

His fingers grazed the seam of your panties and like a magician pulling a rabbit out of his hat, this man pulled another moan out of you. He was barely even touching you yet, and you were already a quivering mess. Your breathing picked up, and you involuntarily pushed your heat into his hand. One finger slipped in under your panties and a low groan reverberated from him.

“So wet and needy, you don’t even know my name or if I’m going to let you go once I’m done with you,” he said with a sly smirk as he let his finger slide up and down your slick lips.

“Fuck,” you breathed out when his finger pushed in between your slit and nudged your clit. You kept tugging at the restraints, wishing hopelessly that you could get your arms free.

“Stay still, or you won’t get to cum,” he warned. And you did as he asked. What else was there to do? You wanted, no, needed this man to do whatever depraved things he was going to do, and you didn’t want him to stop. “Open your legs wider for me,” he demanded, his voice low, but with such intensity, you spread your legs as wide as you could within seconds of him asking.

He withdrew his hands from you and stood up. Causing you to whine from the loss of his touch.

“Don’t. Move,” he ordered as he walked over to a table by the entrance to the room. He flicked a switch, and a light came on above the table, blinking a few times to adjust to the brightness, but this gave you a better view of the man. And the room.

Looking around, you notice you were sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. A double bed was behind you, and there was a small TV on a dresser next to you and then the table with the lamp on it by the door. It kind of looked like a cheap motel room.

“Where are we, by the way?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“At a motel just south of Boston, that’s all you need to know. Now,” he said, and he grabbed some rope off the table and walked back over to you. “Be a good girl and shut up,” he said, and he crouched down in front of you and grabbed one of your ankles. You took a deep breath as you realized what he was doing. Not only were your hands tied securely behind your back, but now he was tying up your ankles to the legs of the chair too. You were at the mercy of this man, and it had your mind racing and your heart beating rapidly.

“What happens if I’m not a good girl?” You couldn’t help but ask. It felt like playing with fire. He was, for all you knew, not a good man. Yet, you couldn’t help yourself.

“You really don’t want to know,” was all he said as he continued to tie up your feet.

“Maybe I do,” you said quietly, but he heard you. He didn’t say anything, though; he just continued to tie up your legs.

When he was done, he slid his hands up your legs and up your thighs and bunched up your skirt at your hips. Leaving you on display in your “Slide your ass a little bit forward so I can see that wet pussy of yours,” he said, licking his lips.

With a little bit of difficulty, you did as he had asked. And to your horror and delight, he picked up the gun again. Your eyes widened as he slowly let the gun glide up your inner thigh toward the apex. This was completely insane, and you knew it.

“Is it loaded?” You asked, for the first time, fear creeping into your voice.

“Trust me, it’s safe,” he answered.

He pushed the barrel of the gun against your dripping core, and you let out a moan as it nudged against your clit. Gripping your panties in his other hand, he ripped them off you and stuffed them in his back pocket.

“Shouldn’t you take the bullets out? You questioned.

“It's fine; it’s not even loaded.” He said, and pressed the barrel against your now-bare core. You gasped, and you pushed your ass closer to the edge of the seat. Closer to him. And the gun.

He let the gun slide in between your wet lips. It was cold and felt foreign, but at the same time, it was so exciting. You wanted everything and anything this man would give you, no matter how twisted this was.

He was careful with his movements. Calculating and watching. Watching you. How your breath hitched when he nudged your clit. How your legs trembled slightly when the gun went lower to your hole. How your eyes rolled back into your head before you closed your eyes when he gently pushed it inside. Inch by inch until it was as far in as it could go.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped when he started moving the gun in and out of you. This was bad. So bad. Though you knew you’d let this man do anything he wanted to you. No matter how wrong this was. And this was beyond wrong. This was insane. Nonetheless, the cold metal of the gun felt positively sinful, thrilling, and heady as he kept moving it backward and forward.

He picked up the pace a little, and his other hand took a hold of your throat.

“Look at me,” he urged. And it took all of you to open your eyes. Your body was wound tight, and the familiar pull deep within had already begun. You were hurdling towards your release quicker than you expected or anticipated.

But when you opened your eyes and looked into his dark ones, it sent you over the edge. He thrust the gun into you again as he squeezed your throat just hard enough to limit your breathing, and you came hard. Your whole body shook as the waves of pleasure rolled over you, and just as your eyes began to lose focus due to a lack of oxygen, he eased up his grip on your neck before releasing you completely. You took a big breath of air as you came down from your high.

He slipped the gun out of you, and the slick noise it made made you look down. And you were shocked to see a slick sheen, the gun coated in your juices. Not only the gun, though, but the hand and the chair too.

He brought the gun up to his lips, stuck his tongue out, and licked your slick off the barrel of the gun.

“I’ve…that has never happened before,” you spoke softly, trying to steady your breathing.

“Interesting,” he remarked.

He pressed the mag release, and it popped out. He caught it in his other hand before putting it down on the dresser. Then he drew the barrel back to dispense the cartridge inside and dropped that one as well on the dresser. And then he put the gun down next to the mag and the bullet.

It really had been loaded the whole time. Fear crept up, but you quickly squashed it back down. It was too late to worry about that now. The deed was already done anyway.

He reached for your ankles and undid the bindings, then reached behind you to what you thought was to untie your hands too. Your arms had gone numb a while back, so you couldn’t tell, but when he lifted you up by gripping your shoulders, your hands were still behind your back.

“Aren’t you going to untie me?” You questioned him and looked up at him. He was tall. And so big. He towered over you, and the way he was looking at you, you felt your arousal building up again. You were already beyond wet from your first orgasm, and you couldn’t help but let your mind wander, thinking, hopefully, that other things on this man were big as well.

“No. Get on the bed. On your stomach,” he told you and nudged you towards the bed. You walked on instead, legs over to the bed, but he still had a firm grip on your shoulder, which thankfully kept you steady enough to get there without falling over.

With your hands still tied behind your back, you fell face first and let out a groan as you hit the bed.

"Well, isn’t this a wonderful sight?” He murmured behind you. Your skirt was still bunched up at your hips, and your ass was bare. A hard slap landed on your left asscheek and you couldn't help the yelp that came out. “Shhh…you can take it, can’t you?” He asked before he raised his hand before it came down on your other cheek.

“Fuck! Yes, I can take it.” Your breathing picked up; the line between pain and pleasure was being toed. “I can take it,” you punched out between heavy breaths. You shouldn’t like this as much as you did. None of this, what this man was doing to you. But in for a penny, in for a pound.

You heard a zipper being unzipped and the shuffling of clothes. Looking over your shoulder, you were met with the image of him putting on a condom on his very hard and very sizable cock. You licked your lips unconsciously, just as his eyes met yours.

“Like what you see?” He asked, gripping his member and pumping himself slowly a few times.

“Yes,” you answered truthfully; there was no point in denying it. The slick between your thighs was clear evidence of just how much you wanted him to fuck you. And to your delight, he didn’t make you wait.

He took a hold of your legs and pulled you to the edge of the bed, so your legs were hanging down and your feet were just touching the floor as he positioned himself behind you. Dragging his cock along your wet lips sent shivers down your spine. He dragged it along your wet slit and bumped it against your clit.

And in one swift move, he plunges inside all the way to the hilt. You cried out in pleasure to be filled up so fucking perfectly. He was big, and it felt like he was splitting you open with each slow drive he pushed into you. He picked up speed and set out a fast pace as he thrust into you hard, which had you both panting and moans filling the room. Tilting his hips just so with each thrust, he kept nudging at that soft spot inside, and you whimpered.

With a firm grip on your hips, he pounded into you hard. The bed creaked louder as he took you harder. He set out at a merciless pace. His fingers dug into your flesh and would most likely bruise. But you didn’t care.

As he kept thrusting into you, one hand grabbed a hold of your arms and pulled you back a little. Your arms had started to hurt, but when his other hand came down hard on your ass and he was still pumping into you, he made you forget all about the strain in your arms from still being tied up behind your back. It did, however, give him a good hold on you to pull you onto his cock each time he pushed into you. Harder and faster as he chased his own high, you felt the familiar tug in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck, your pussy’s so tight. Squeezing me so good,” he grunted as he kept ramming into you.

“Spank me again, please,” you begged. And he did. Letting his hand smack down hard a few times, leaving red marks across your cheeks, as you felt the sting of the slaps, you mewled at the sensation. And with a final, hard slap, you came again.

You felt something wet land at the top of your crack and slowly slide down. Then you heard it. He cleared his throat before he spat at you again. Then with one finger he dragged the wetness down to your hole and pushed it in. You gasped at the intrusion, but marveled in the feel of him there.

He kept his pace as his finger prodded and pushed deeper. And with a final, hard slap, you came again.

Clenching down on his cock, you squeezed him tightly, which made him falter in his tempo, and then he let go and came with a loud groan, pouring his spent into the condom. He pumped a few more times before he stilled and slumped down on top of you.

As you came down from your high, you felt your arms ache from being restrained for so long. He rose, pulled out, and discarded the used condom in the trash under the table before he came back to you and began untying the bindings on your wrists.

“Go get cleaned up and dressed,” he said, helping you up before he walked over to the table and began packing up his things. As you were walking into the bathroom, you saw him picking up the gun and wiping it down. A smile spread on your lips. You could not believe you had let him do that to you or that you had actually liked it as much as you did. You ducked into the bathroom and cleaned up before rearranging your clothes back in place. You looked around for a moment before you remembered that he still had your panties. It looked like you were going without panties now.

When you came out of the bathroom, he was standing there with his bag in his hand and his clothes back in place. He hadn’t even taken them off when he fucked you. He looked as dangerous as he had in that alley, but now with a slight smile on his face. You wondered if he would let you go or not.

“Now what?” You asked as you walked up to him, staring into his deep brown eyes. The smile on his lips spread into a wide, wicked grin. And for a moment, you thought this was it; he was going to kill you now.

“Now, I will take you home,” he simply said before grabbing your hand and ushering you out of the room.

The drive back to your place was silent. You didn’t even wonder how he knew where you lived as he pulled up to your apartment complex. A man like him sure had his ways. He reached into the backseat, pulled out your purse, and handed it to you.

“Here,” he said, and he handed you your driver's license too. So that’s how he knew. You smiled and looked up at him.

“So will I be seeing you again?” You asked. You knew you should stay as far away from this man as possible, but that was not what you wanted. You wanted to see him again.

“I think you know by now that I am not a good man, and you should stay clear of me. I should let you go and let you get on with your life. But I liked what we did tonight, and I have a feeling you did too, so if you want, then yes, you’ll be seeing me again,” he answered.

“Well, you know where I live,” you said with a shrug. His hand came to rest on your thigh, and he squeezed gently before letting you go again. You unbuckled the seatbelt and reached to open the door before you turned around to face him again. “What’s your name?” You asked.

This man had just given you the best and most fucked-up sex of your life, and you wanted to know his name at least. If this was the last time you saw him, at least you would know that.

“Dave, now go inside and get some rest, darling. I’ll come by some day, I promise,” he said, and with that, you exited his car and watched as he drove off. Hoping he would indeed come back.

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