He wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tightly.
"Okay, okay, Kitten. I see you're excited, but you need to calm down."
I was giddy with happiness. I commanded myself to stay still and resisted the urge to continue planting little smooches all over his face.
My heart was thumping in my chest. Under normal circumstances, this wouldn't have been a big deal, but given my predicament, it was like I won the lottery.
I calmed my breathing and stopped trying to squirm in his arms. He released his hold on me, a slight smile lifting at the corner of his lips.
"That's better, pet."
He sat in his chair, patting his lap.
"Come sit. We need to go over the rules."
I clenched my sex, trying not to show how turned on I was.
Lately, just the mere touch from this man sent me into a tizzy. I could already feel the dampness between my thighs. I was still ashamed to admit my feelings for the complex killer who could make me feel so good one minute and have me screaming and writhing in pain the next.
I couldn't love my kidnapper. If I did, I would not keep planning an escape route in my head, right? No, this was not love. This was just an addiction to the orgasms he gave me.
He did things to my body that I could never have imagined I would have experienced in a million years. He was a sadist, but a skilled one at that.
With every ounce of pain he subjected me to, he added twice as much pleasure, which twisted my mind into a puddle of mush. I didn't know whether I was coming or going, and I’m sure this was his goal all along.
I sat on his lap, facing him. I looked at his dark hair and steel-grey eyes. His goatee spread along the side of his handsome face, and there was a slight shadow on his cheeks. He rarely allowedstubble, but I assume he would shave before leaving. His eyes stared at me intently.
The way he gazed at me, I could have sworn he had developed feelings, but the look was fleeting.
Didn't he tell me he wanted me to be as happy as possible under the fucked-up circumstances? Maybe I have grown on him a little bit, and he sees me more as a person than just an object to satisfy his needs.
Yeah right. I am sure the man does not care about me. I am only his sex toy and nothing more. He has made it abundantly clear that I am his to do with as he pleases.
He lifted my chin with his finger, forgetting about the rules he needed to discuss with me.
"You grow more beautiful every day. If I hadn't just fucked your ass raw earlier, I would bend you over and do it again."
I could feel his erection rubbing against my bottom through his jeans. He pushed against me, rubbing his cock against my thong. His breathing was heavy as he continued to dry hump my ass.
I felt the wetness between my legs become more pronounced as he moved underneath me. I looked at him in an almost drunken state. My eyes were barely slits as I stared at the handsome devil in front of me.
I could hear the lust in his voice.
"Ahh, Kitten, Jesus Christ, I want to fuck you so bad, but you need time to heal."
He ran his large hand over my exposed thigh. I responded to his touch immediately, a groan escaping from my lips. My voice was barely audible and above a whisper.
"Why can't you just have sex with me the regular way?"
I was almost breathless and panting.
“Why do you always want to take me back there?"
It was an honest question. I was genuinely curious why he always insisted on anal. He looked at me with a slight frown, hesitating for a minute.
"I want to make sure there isn’t an accidental pregnancy in the future, Kitten. I don't want children, and I certainly wouldn't want to put you through the ordeal of an abortion, so I am playing it safe until we get to the Island."
He shifted his hips, humping my bottom again while he twirled my hair between his fingers.
