It has taken me some time to find the right song to go with this part but I did. I hope you enjoy the music and the rest of the scene.

....continued......

I can't belive it! I am standing in the safety of my playroom. By some miracle I made it across the capacity crowd and double security to the hidden utility entrance. Then carefully picked my way to the playroom hall utility door. There was only a brief moment of panic when I came out on the other side in the playroom hall. Two guards were talking, luckily they didn't see me and I was able to slip in my room indicated. Now I just have to ready myself for what's coming next.

In hasty steps I make quick work of shedding my street clothes and hop in the shower. Doing all I need to clean myself. I step out in record time just to be stopped short as I reach for my playroom outfit. In place of my regular outfit is something that I would never pick out for myself. Replacing my black silk negligee is a new pure white gown with heavy lace at the bodice.

I know this is his doing.

He wants a victim.

This is the feelings I never wanted to visit again. And he knows that. My hands shake badly as I slide the gown over my body. I raced out of the bathroom to the docking station of the sound system. I plug in my phone and taped my playlist. I put on a nice classical piece of music I hoped would calm down the beast that was about to attack.

Just as I step back from docking station suddenly my world went black. A steel band arm traps my arms at my side and prevents me from escaping. The beast's arm tighten and my fate is sealed with two words. "Got ya" his gravelly voice whispers near my ear. My attempts to struggle are in vain as he tightens his thick arm and my bare feet no longer touch the floor.

His movements are swift are I am tossed roughly to the padded wheel. I try to fight as he locked my feet and hands in the cuffs on the wheel.

"Your mine now" he sneers near my ear and moves away. There is no sound of his footsteps that I can detect. I only hear the soft music I left playing. I am left with my panicking thoughts of what his next move will be. My breath has become short and choppy as l listen for his movements. There is a sudden clatter of my phone hitting the hard surface of the sound system cabinet.

"I dont think so" he grunts out as a thrilling fear boils up in the pit of my stomach. There is the familiar pop and hiss as a different device is hooked up. A much different song begins to play. I recognize the song he puts on. It is from his play list. Honest man by Fantastic Negrito. A song he plays when is working out.

A image of him violently punching the heavy bag in the gym comes to mind. The sight of the 200lb bag swinging effortlessly under his hands has me suddenly rack with emotional reaction. Tears well up in my eyes as I think of my body as his punching bag.

The sudden grasp of his hand on my right ankle jolts me from my fearful thoughts. The silk material of the gourmet I am wearing begins to slowly creep up my legs with the movement his large hand.

The callus hand inch up slowly from my calf to the back of my knee. Then it moves up to the top of me thigh. The thin material that adorns my body moves up with his hand. I struggle in vain to keep the grown down. I press my thighs together to stop his advances. As I feel his thumb press into the inside bend of my leg. This action from me only gets his grip to tighten on the top of my thigh. His grip is painful and I know my skin will bruise.

Suddenly there is the ice cold steal of the hilt of his favorite hunting knife is placed just above top of my lace thong. Between the cold hilt of the knife and the natural coolness of the room has me break out in goosebumps all over my skin.

The cold steal moves extremely slowly up over my navel an between my breasts. The thin material of the gourmet I have on moves with it. The first slice of my gown is like a electric shockwave to my body. I involuntarily jerk as he effortlessly cuts through the silk fabric like butter. The silk material slips off leaving my entire body is exposed and on full display for his pleasure.

I can't help my whimper as he chuckled at my useless struggling. His strong hands rolls and squeezes my breasts. The song that I now realize is on a loop, is playing so loud in the room that my protests are lost in the slow rythm of the song.

He moves back and goes completely still. I am left gasping trying I hear anything that my tell me what his next move will be. As I thrash around I feel the steal blade of the knife he has dropped at my left elbow.

This knowledge is useless to me. The leather cuff on my wrists bite into my skin. Suddenly he falls on to me. The sound of his weight hitting the padded wheel is like thunder drowning out the music.

He puts his face close to my face. I turn my head in a useless attempt to avoid his assault. The buckle of his belt presses into my inside thigh. His hot breath easily comes through the hood that is covering my face.

"You can't hide from me now." he rasps "I own this," he hard hands moves from my breasts to the soft flesh of my hip. "I. OWN. YOU." He hammers the last three words pressing his head into the side of my face. I squeeze my eyes closed in a vain attempt the to keep him out.

I know this is a scene but there is something in his voice I don't know. He is no longer the man I sleep with. He has become the predator. He proves this with his cruel entry. It is fast and painful.

"Don't act like you haven't been begging for this, slut" he said. "No," I say the word I meant to shut at him, but slipped pass my lips nothing more than a breathless whisper.

He doesn't pause in his movements. He takes me like a man starved. I am a mess of moans and weak useless protests. The extreme pleasurable pain he is giving me washes through my body. His word of how I asked for this have mixed together pain into an intense scene.

The once chilly room has turned hot and steamy. I can feel the sweat rolling off him and dripping on my breasts. Somehow I am meeting him trusts blow for blow. His words are no longer registering to me.

The lustful haze I am in have made me the wanted slut he has accused me of being. His deep voice continues to rain down on me. Even though I have long stopped listening. My body has taken over, and I am lost in a sea of pleasure.

I feel myself floating away in this pleasure. His hands are all over my body. His thrusts are powerful and swift. My body clenches around him with each thrust. I know I am waiting for something but I am not sure what.

It soon comes with his words. "Cum for me slut!" He shouts. As I do, and so does he at the same time. My organism is so intense on it's own, but his coating the walls of my core makes it last forever and physically shakes me. As I shutter like a new born. I no longer feel his movements. My mind and body are lost in the afterglow of what just happened.

My mind slowly comes back on line as there is a warm wash cloth running over my spent body. I don't even have the strength to help in the process. I can only lay there a allow it to happen.

My arms and legs feel like they are made of jello as they are released from their restraints and washed down. The cool air caressing my face tells me the mask is no longer have the mask over my head, and I can open my eyes. Even though I don't have the strength to do so.

As more awareness comes back to me. I noticed the music has changed. Now a much different song is playing. Stay awhile by Journey is wafting softly through out the room. John large hand softly rests against my face. His thumb gently caresses my cheek.

This is the song I introduced John too. Bull often accuses John of playing this song when he is not near me. Bull good nature teasing results in a look on John's face that I know, but have been reluctant to acknowledge. After the intense scene I am desperate to see this look.

To see the man I have fallen for over the last five months. The feelings love that have been developed are something that I thought where long gone after Griffin. But John has somehow brought them back to life.

I am in love with John...

I have loved John for a long time...

This realization has my eyes fluttering open to see his beautifully handsome face. There he is. Smiling at me with only slightly worried eyes. I can't reach for him fast enough. My hand shots out for him and I bring his face to mine. My lips connect with his, and I pour all the love and passion I have into my into the kiss.

He is the first to break our connection. As he takes a gasping breath. "I love you so much John." I blurt out, and his eyes widened in shock before they turn soft. "I love you too." He breathes out while pulling into his arms.

We lay in each other's arms for a moment longer before John pulls me up and dresses me since I am sore an still weak kneed.

We are walking down the hallway arm in arm to the elevator to take us up to our loft apartment when an alert on my phone sounds off that there is a incoming email. I slip my hand into John's back pocket to retrieve my phone.

I gladly read the new email from Owen telling me he expects to return home soon. His business of his father's funeral and getting his affairs back in order are done. He just has to sign his divorce papers and he will fly out.

I tell John all this as we ride up to our home. After John unlocked the door he sweeps his arm behind my knees and scooped me up. He kisses me softly as he kicked the door closed.

Even though my body is extremely sore I will gladly spend the rest of the night showing John how much I love him...