"You will."
I increase the speed. I hit that spot deep inside her that I knew was there.
She shatters.
It’s violent. Her back arches off the bed, a scream tearing from her throat that echoes through the penthouse. Her inner walls clamp down on my fingers, pulsing, milking me. She convulses, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her, drowning her resistance.
I keep moving until the last tremor fades, until she collapses back onto the pillows, gasping, her skin flushed and damp with sweat.
I withdraw my hand.
I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them, tasting her. Tasting my victory.
She opens her eyes. They are hazy, unfocused. She looks at me with a mixture of horror and confusion. She just climaxed in the hands of her kidnapper. Her reality has fractured.
She waits. She waits for me to finish the job. She waits for the sound of my zipper. She expects me to take my pleasure now that I’ve taken hers.
I stand up.
I adjust my cuffs. I straighten my tie.
"Get under the covers," I say calmly.
She blinks, dazed. "What?"
"Go to sleep, Ivy."
"But... aren't you...?" She trails off, looking at the bulge in my trousers. She knows I’m hard. She felt it against her thigh.
"No," I say.
I walk to the bathroom door, then pause and look back at her. She looks small, ruined, and completely bewildered.
"I don't want a duty fuck, Ivy. I don't want you to spread your legs because you think you have to."
My eyes lock onto hers, cold and promising.
"I’m going to wait."
"Wait for what?" she whispers.
"For you to beg."
I see the shock register on her face.
"You’re going to sleep in this bed, naked, every night," I tell her. "You’re going to feel me next to you. You’re going to smell me. You’re going to remember how good my fingers felt inside you."
I lean against the doorframe, a cruel smile playing on my lips.
"And one night, little bird, the cage won't be enough. You’ll want the keeper. You’ll crawl across these sheets and you will beg me to take you. You will beg me to fill you."
"I’ll never do that," she says, though her voice lacks conviction.
"We have time," I say. "We have forever."
I turn off the main light, leaving the room bathed in the soft glow of the city.
"Now sleep. Tomorrow we start your new life."
