Alek lets out a low, dark laugh. “You look like you were caught trying to steal something. I guess, in a way, you were.”
“What do you mean?”
He sits down beside me and rests his hand on my stomach. “If you’re going to touch yourself, then I want to see it. I want you to only come when I’m around.”
“I didn’t…”
“Didn’t come?”
I blush harder. “Yes.”
“Did I catch you before you could?”
“No,” I admit. “I just couldn’t… do it. I couldn’t get there.”
His eyes soften. “Do you need my touch, baby?”
I lock eyes with him and it takes everything inside of me to not look away. “I shouldn’t want your touch.”
“Why not? We’re married. There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“Because you kidnapped me. You forced me into a marriage. You’re at war with my brother. I shouldn’t want this at all.”
“But you do.” It’s not a question.
“I do,” I whisper.
“Then let me give you the release you’re looking for.” He pulls my pants down in one smooth motion. I can’t help but gasp.
Then he sets his hands on the waistband of my panties. There’s an inhale of breath between the two of us before he rips my underwear down. Alek keeps his eyes locked with mine as he spreads my legs wide and sets his hand between them. I can smell my arousal in the air.
The moment Alek’s fingers find my nub, I can’t stop myself from crying out. It feels so much better than my own touch.
He smirks, knowing full well what he’s doing to me, as he runs his fingers along my nub and folds. My hips roll into his hand, seeking pressure. Seeking more. That’s the power he has over me. My kidnapper.
My savior.
Alek doesn’t look away from me once as he pleasures me with his hand. His eyes are claiming me, making sure I know that he’s mine. I couldn’t forget it.
“You needed this, baby?” he murmurs, rubbing me with more pressure. It’s the exact amount that I need. My hips buck upwards. When Alek is with me, my shame seems to fade away as I get lost in him.
“Yes,” I admit.
“Good. I want you to only come from my touch from now on. Understood? Whether it be from my hands or my mouth or my cock.”
A flare of arousal hits me from his words. He’s making me feel like the woman I’ve always wanted to be.
“Answer me,” he commands softly.
“Yes.” My voice comes out as a moan as he presses down onto my nub. His fingers are so strong and firm and warm. It’s perfect.
“Good. Then come for me. I know you need it. I could see the frustration on your cute face when I came into the room. Come for me, Katya. Now.”
He flicks my nub and it’s exactly what I need for my release to overtake me. I let out small gasps and sink into the bed as my pleasure moves over my body.
“There. Was that what you needed?” He doesn’t remove his hand from between my legs and I don’t push him away.
“Yes. But I don’t know what you’re doing to me. You shouldn’t be making me feel like this.”
