I’ve gone past the stage of asking myself what I’m doing. I’m pretty certain now that I’ve bordered on the edge of madness.
It’s the only thing that can explain what I’m doing.
I rest against the wall, naked again, with the same man before me. My damn mouth waters as I watch him undo his pants, the belt first, then his zipper. He pushes his pants and boxers down just enough to allow his massive cock to spring free.
It’s big, and the fat mushroom head is glistening with pre-cum.
I’m crazy, completely crazy, and I won’t admit anything, not even to myself, because I don’t want this. I don’t, but… I do.
I can’t. But… I am.
All thoughts of what I want and don’t want and can’t want are wiped out of my mind when the godlike man takes hold of me. He lifts me up, and because I’m so wet, he plunges right into my pussy, my body welcoming him as his ruthless cock sears into me.
I arch my back to take the intensity, but he rights me and holds me to him as he starts pumping into my body. He presses me into the wall and angles me so he can fuck me harder.
My lips fall open, and I gasp at the thrilling sensation that races over me. Like wildfire, it spreads recklessly over my body starting with the endings of my nerves, then it sinks deeper and burns up my insides.
An orgasm takes me right away, and I throw my head back, crying out into the release. I come and I come, and the arousal of passion coils again. He drives into me harder and faster, rutting into me like an animal, fucking me like I’ve never been fucked before, claiming me and making sure I know I’m being claimed. He pushes me rough into the wall and holds my face so I can look him in the eyes and see the primal, animalistic need.
That’s when things change, and I hold on to him. At the same time, he kisses me just like before but harder.
We move to the table, and he knocks everything that was at my spot to the floor. The chair, the plates which smash, the glass that shatters.
He sets me on the table, and I lower down to rest on my elbows. He lifts my leg up over his shoulder and starts jack hammering into me.
This position feels different. I close my eyes as sparks speckle my vision, but he holds my face again.
“Open your eyes. Look at me,” he commands. He seems to have something about wanting me to see. I listen and do as he says. It seems to be the only thing I’m set to do.
He returns his hold to my hips, gripping tighter as he pounds harder. The shaking of the table causes something else to fall to the floor and smash. I don’t know what it is.
When his cock pulses inside me, I know he must be coming. I’m there at the precipice of the edge again. It’s seconds before I fall. It feels like falling, so I lunge forward and reach for him. He catches me, pulling me to his chest to rest against his ruffled shirt.
He holds me, and we come together. I cry out into the release that takes us and he growls.
His pumps slow as his cum floods my passage, hot and virile, all male and primal just like him, and even that has dominion over me.
His hair is ruffled. A lock of it hangs over his eye, showing off how truly sexy he is. His hot breath against my skin makes me want him all over again, and I realize then that I’m in trouble.
I can’t believe I just had sex with him. A mob boss.
He releases me and pulls out, allowing his cum to leak down my legs.
I’m still trying to catch my breath. He’s breathing hard too as he does up his pants.
He looks me over and holds my gaze, showing more fascination than before. It’s more want, but a dark thought strikes me as his volcanic eyes stare back at me.
Would he still want me if he knew? Knew my past?
It’s been years since I thought that, but then I’ve never been with anyone who looked at me like that before.
“You will stay here until I say when you can go.”
“What if I change my mind?” I hear myself say. I know the price, and I’m ashamed to ask because I know what it means. I just don’t know if I can do this. Be here, be here with this man who’s looking at me with so much desire it breaks down the walls I’ve built up over the last ten years.
One corner of his sensual mouth slides up into an easy grin.
“You won’t…” That answer isn’t just because he knows I know what will happen to Dad if I leave. He knows I won’t change my mind because of him.
Just like earlier, I watch him go.
This time, he looks back at me. He glances over his shoulder before he walks through the door.
It closes, and I’m no better off than I was before.
I look around the floor at the mess we made, at broken pieces of glass everywhere. I fixate on the broken tumbler before me. I still have questions, I’m still worried, and I know people will be worried about me.
***
Morning comes…
I slept through the night. I can’t believe I actually slept. In the bed too.
I guess I should be grateful I have my own room and didn’t have to sleep in his bed. I’m sure though that I’ll be there soon.
I woke late and only when Marguerite came into the room.
She brought breakfast. I’m so hungry I couldn’t be difficult if I tried.
Clothes are brought in for me, the expensive stuff. Everything is designer made and cost more money than I make in a year.
Any other woman might be thrilled to have such lavish clothing, but I’m not. I have my own clothes, and I need to work.
I can’t quite explain to anyone how hard I worked to get to where I am today. Mind, body, and soul. This is the second day I’ve missed at work, and I really doubt Freddie is going to understand any lame excuse I may give him.
Vincent said he would take care of it… What the hell would he have said to Freddie?
And Dad…. Where is he? I still don’t know.
The rest of the day passes and infuriates me. Despite the way Vincent fucked me last night, I still had to go to the doctor, where I was given the contraceptive injection with instructions to come off the pill in seven days when the injection kicked in. I already felt it was a complete invasion of my privacy, but then the fucking STD test took invasion of privacy to another level.
I couldn’t have been more humiliated. It brought up memories I don’t want to ever remember. Other than my standard checkups at the gynecologists and pill checks, I tend to steer clear of the doctors.
Of course, I was clean, and I never had to go through any of that shit, but I guess I’m getting the picture of the type of control freak Vincent is.
To add insult to injury, I was informed on my arrival back to the house that Vincent wanted to see me.
I’m making my way to his office now. It’s on the ground floor and at the back of the house by the turn of the corridor that leads into the kitchen.
I’m walking, but my legs feel like jelly.
I’m like a mindless automaton set to do what I’m told, no matter if I like it or not.
I hate it that I still don’t know anything about Dad other than that he’s safe, and I really hated today.
I know this is on me. I’m choosing to be here. I insisted and all but begged. So, that means I have to play by the rules. His rules.
I didn’t know what to expect, and I’m not sure if anyone would be able to understand that my choice to be here barely felt like a choice.
This all feels like I’m in some kind of nightmare.
And… there’s what happened between us last night.
Last night is still in my mind. Me and him together, having wild, out-of-control sex like we wanted each other.
My damn head is still spinning. I can’t believe I behaved that way with a man I don’t know.
All day yesterday, I wondered what the first time would be like. I wondered what he’d be like. I didn’t expect him to take me in such a way that it left me breathless and so lightheaded. There were points where I felt like I was going to float away.
I shudder to think what that must mean, because it felt real to me.
I should know the difference between what’s real and what’s not. I think I can take claim to knowing if nothing else, and last night, there was genuine want and desire from both of us.
What will tonight be like?
I get to the door to his office and stop to catch my breath and right my mind. I look over the door and try to imagine what he’s doing inside.
The door is made of oak and old-fashioned with a golden lion’s head set in the top center of it. It kind of gives me the creeps. Not that I’ve had the grand tour of the place, but this part of the house feels older, a little like the library. Marguerite took me there this morning and tried to do that comfort thing again with her cookies. She said I could read any book I wanted, and I could hang out in there or take a few books back to the room.
Pulling in a deep breath, I knock on the door and gear myself up.
“Come in,” he answers, his voice a low timbre that’s already doing things to me.
I turn the handle and push the door open, seeing him standing behind his desk. He looks like he was just sorting out some paperwork. He stops when he sees me and gives my body a full sweep.
I take the moment to look at him too. He’s dressed more casual in a black long-sleeved T-shirt and black slacks that look similar to the pair he wore when we first met; these have a little dragon insignia on the pocket though. I’ve seen him in a suit and slacks. I wonder if he ever wears jeans.
“Come in and close the door,” he commands, and I walk in allowing the door to close behind me.
“Good day?” he asks. The humor on his face is a tell that he was most likely informed about the day I had. I gave the driver who took me to the clinic a mouthful because he stayed with me through the whole examination. He was told he had to.
“What sort of answer do you want me to give you?” I throw back. I know my tone is way off and I should watch myself, but I can’t help it. I’m pissed.
“The truth,” he answers.
“You don’t want the truth.”
“Try me.”
It’s an invite I think I might accept. “Well, for a start, when I tell you something as personal as I’m clean and I don’t have any STDs, it would be decent at least if you believed me. I don’t wish to spread my legs for the fucking doctor and driver all in the same afternoon. You didn’t have to have the driver in there with me. It was humiliating.” I didn’t think I was going to launch into such an attack. Now that I’ve got it off my chest, I feel better for it, but I don’t know what it will cost me.
His face is completely unreadable. I don’t know what the hell he’s thinking. He’s just looking at me without answering.
“If you wanted me to go to the doctors with you, you should have said so,” he states, and I glower at him.
“What? That’s what you got from my answer?”
“Well, I think you’re right. Your pussy belongs to me, so it should just be me who sees it. I’ll bear that in mind next time.”
Next time?
What the hell would I be going anywhere for next time? Shit… if he’s thinking in terms of next time, there’s still that issue of when I’ll be allowed to leave here.
“There will be no next time.” The words fall from my mouth mindlessly, and the instant they do, I realize my mistake. I forgot who I’m talking to and why I’m here.
Much as I hate to admit this, he actually did me a favor. He spared Dad’s life and showed mercy. I’m thinking all these things, reminding myself that I need to keep them at the forefront of my mind, but this just feels like I’m in prison.
When he steps from behind his desk, I tense but try to act like he has no effect on me.
He sees through the shit though. As he comes closer, the cunning look in his eyes intensifies.
He gets right up in my face, and I don’t back away. Instead, I stare up at him with expectancy, waiting. Waiting for an answer or an action.
“Ava Knight, what do you think ownership means? It appears you and I have some very different understandings of the term. Mine is the Oxford definition, which is generally acceptable by most. ‘The act, state, or right of possessing something.’ Right of possessing. That means I get to make the decisions I want over my property. That sort of thing. What do you think it means?”
I close my eyes and seethe. What do I do here? This is more than humiliation. So much more.
Don’t make the situation worse, Ava. You’ll suffer. I can’t make it worse.
I will myself to think straight and block out the rage.
“I agree with you,” I say, except the quiver in my voice makes it sound so shaky it doesn’t sound like the voice comes from me. His eyes darken with a sexual heat that reaches me. He touches the edge of my cheek and traces the outline of my jaw. It makes my nerves scatter. “Ownership means that.”
“Good. Now that we’re on the same page, go and sit over there and spread your legs for me. Let me see your pussy.”