He comes back into the room, still with the towel around his waist. His eyes look angry, but his cock is now hard. It’s pressing visibly against the hanging towel.
I draw in a stuttering breath. I shift on the bed, writhing against the sheets.
But he just walks past me again, ignoring my whine, and returns to the closet. It’s physically painful to stay in the bed. I want to go after him. I want to break more things so he has to deal with me, but I’m afraid. He told me to stay here.
When he finally emerges from the closet, he’s wearing a black three-piece suit. His body distracted me before, but now I focus on his face. Without the stubble that shadowed it yesterday, all the strong, chiseled lines are laid bare. He’s so handsome. And in that suit, he looks like my boss: beautiful and stern.
But he’s more than that.
He’s my stalker and my monster. He’s my captor. My owner.
Elias is mine,he said.
Don’t leave me, I beg in my mind.
“Get up,” he orders.
The shudder of relief that goes through me has his eyes flashing, but I’m not sure what it means. I can’t tell if he’s still hard. I am. Not as hard as I was though. I’m too worried.
As I slide out of the bed, he turns away. My heart leaps into my throat as he opens the bedroom door, but he leaves it open as he walks out. I follow.
He leads me through the luxurious penthouse. He picks something up off the living room couch, but I don’t see what it is before it vanishes into his pocket.
I’ve been keeping a cautious distance, but I hurry when I see that he’s heading to the elevator. I dart inside. He doesn’t try to stop me.
It’s not until the doors slide shut that I wonder where we’re going. He’s fully dressed, but I’m naked and still partially hard. I’m filthy too. I never cleaned up last night. Most of the cum on my torso wore off in the bed, but I can still feel it between my ass cheeks and legs. My deeper scratches bled.
I’m both terrified and thrilled to think that he’ll let people see me like this. But the elevator doors open a few seconds later to reveal Andre’s office.
I follow him out of the elevator and across the office to the bathroom.
“Get dressed,” he orders.
I’m confused. I don’t have any clothes. Then I see what he’s drawn from his pocket.
My breath catches at the sight of the collar.Mycollar. He must have gone into my apartment last night.
Andre must register my flash of annoyance because he says, “Your space belongs to me, just like your body.”
I’m confused and conflicted. On the one hand, that’s exactly what I want. But on the other, I’m upset.
I think Andre likes that because he smiles cruelly and tells me, “There are six cameras in your apartment.”
I frown.
Andre grabs my jaw and forces me to look at him. I see the danger in his eyes, the violence that killed two men last night. One of them was my cousin. And I loved it. I loved it so much.
And when he chased me through that apartment, when he caught me and fucked me on the floor beside the blood, he set me free. Free ofmyself.
I’m still free. I’m in a new, altered reality, and I love it. I don’t want to leave it.
So I let go of my annoyance. I submit.
Andre’s smile softens. His voice is almost a purr as he says, “Good boy.”
I draw a stuttering breath.
Andre releases my jaw and picks up my hand. He lays the collar across my palm. He could put it on me himself, but he’s testing my obedience.
