I try to push that thought out of my head as one side of my brain is definitely telling me it’s not inappropriate, and it’s definitely maybe. I think I have some sleeping tablets somewhere. Then I grin, because if he happens to be hard in his sleep, then surely it’s just a dream, right?
Jacob
Chapter XXXVII
It’s been a weird few days. I haven’t seen Vic much at all, but when I do, it’s intense. I’m not sure if she’s going to kill me or fuck me. If the way she looks at me is anything to go by, there’s heat in her eyes, most definitely, but there’s also something else, something darker, more disturbed, and I fear for my safety. I don’t know what she’s capable of. She’s a wildcard, but fuck, she’s sexy, and today she was wearing a vest top and no bra. I nearly came in my pants because fuck her nipples were hard, and damn, I need to cum again.
The sexual tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife, but is it that I really like her? Or is it the fact that she actually has kidnapped me, and I’m having a mental breakdown. I’m losing the plot because, surely, this can’t be real?
I try to read some more, but I can’t focus. I try to sleep, but my mind won’t shut the hell up. I want to seewhat she’s wearing today. She had this really cute messy bun thing going on, and it made my dick twitch. She looked flushed, and her lips were pink, and there was a slight flush in her chest and cheeks. She’s curvy in all the right places. She has these long legs and those big doe eyes that flutter when she’s near me; the smell of her lingers in the room, and don’t even get me started on the smile. It hasn’t happened often, but when she smiles, her whole face lights up, and it makes my stomach flutter, and my balls tighten, and I want to be buried inside her. When she had me by the throat, I could have cum in my pants. I think this is the point where I have too much time on my hands right now. All I can do is hyperfocus on her. I think I’m losing my mind, but I’m not totally hating the idea of her throwing me down and grasping me by the throat while she tries to fuck me through the bed. I groan and scrub the heel of my hand into my groin, and fuck, I need some release. I need to do something with all the pent-up whatever, because my mind is racing, and my dick is throbbing, and it’s only getting worse. I can’t seem to see a way out other than me dead because she either kills me or fucks me, and at the moment, I’m so hoping it’s the latter.
Vic
Chapter XXXVIII
I’ve stayed away from him as much as I can because two days ago, I found some sleeping tablets in the back of the medicine cabinet, and the horny teenager that seems to have moved in inside my brain is telling me what a great idea it is to slip him a little tablet to make him more compliant. I keep telling myself there’s nothing wrong with it, and the other side of me is questioning my life choices, but it isn’t telling me no. I wonder where the harm is if he’s out cold. He won’t know, so is it really a big deal? Is it really so terrible? I see the way he’s been looking at me, like he’s thinking about it too, and what if I just suck him off and don’t fuck him? Is that more acceptable? Normally, I would ask Xav. He’s always been my conscience, but now I’m having doubts, because would he think it’s okay? I’ve definitely done worse stuff. I’m a questionable person atbest, so on a scale of the most fucked-up shit I’ve done to zero, surely this is only what, a two, maybe a three at most?
I make him his dinner and hover at the door when I put it on the bed. “Do you want anything else, maybe some more water?”
“Erm, yeah, thanks.”
I head and grab him more water, and then I hover near the door.
He frowns at me and then starts to eat. I slip back out of the door but leave it open. I hover around it, waiting and listening to see if I can hear anything. After a while, I poke my head through the door. He’s finished his dinner, and his head is lolling. He’s trying to fight it, but he’s struggling. I smile to myself and give him another ten minutes before I walk in. He’s flopped back on the bed, and I lift his arm and drop it. Nothing. I do it again, and nothing. I can’t help but smile. I remove the tray from the room and promise myself only a taste, just the tip. I slide the front of his joggers down and shuffle him a little so both legs are off the end of the bed. I slide in between them and breathe across his cock. I lick my lips and pick it up. I stroke it backwards and forwards, and it starts to stiffen in my hand.
I decide then and there that this must be okay if it likes being touched by me. I lick up the length before wrapping my lips around him. I groan as I taste the salty precum, and after the taste I had before, this is so much more addictive. I groan as I deep-throat him and think to myself,fuck, just the tip. I don’t think I’ll ever stop now.
I swallow around his length. fuck, he has a nice dick, and it fits my mouth so nicely. It’s not too big thatI’ll get lockjaw, but it’s big enough that I will get a nice jaw ache after, and it’s long enough to slip down the back of my throat without being too long that I can’t bury my face in the hairs at the base of his dick and smell him in. I take my time. I familiarise myself with every inch of skin and breathe him in, taking in the slight bend to the heart-shaped freckle near the base, and I groan as the precum drips onto my tongue. My pussy is pulsing and clenching, aching to slide around his dick, but I have to wait till next time. I can’t take everything all at once. I need to savour every drop. I flick and lick at the head of his cock and then thrust it against my throat. I massage his balls as he moves. A little whimpering in his drug-induced sleep, and it gets me off knowing, even drugged, he’s enjoying the feel of me on him.
I try and tighten my thighs to give me some release, but I can’t. I contemplate sliding over him and fucking him, but I want to taste him, and I think about a sixty-nine and riding his face, but I don’t want to suffocate him and not realise. I slide my hand down in my pants and rub till I’m screaming around his dick, and he cums so hard down my throat I think I might drown, but in the best possible way. I suck and lick every drop before popping off his dick with a groan. I slide his dick back into his joggers, and I crawl up his body and kiss his lips.
“You’ll be mine soon enough, beautiful, mark my words.”
I kiss him again before covering him over and heading back out of the room, content for now but not sure how long I can stop myself from taking what I truly want, from taking all of him. But he will be mine one way or another.
Jacob
Chapter XXXIX
I wake and feel groggy, a little dazed. I try and shake it off. What happened last night? I remember eating dinner and then nothing. I’ve got a headache, and it feels fuzzy. After a while of confusion, she pushes in through the door with breakfast. Looks like fucking Pop-Tarts. The food is shit, to be fair, but I suppose she hasn’t left the house, so we’re living on whatever crap is floating around. Loads of non-perishables, but what I wouldn’t give for an apple.
“Hey, you okay?”
“Headache,” I grumble.
She places the tray down and leaves. When she comes back, it’s with two tablets and a bottle of water. “Thanks. Any chance you can open the window? It’s stuffy in here.”
She nods and flings the windows open. I groan as I flop back, and the breeze flutters over my body. I takea deep breath, and when I open my eyes, she’s right in my face, and I scream out. “Fuck, you scared me.”
She chuckles and grins at me. It’s a wicked grin, the kind that lets me know she liked scaring me.
“How much longer are you going to keep me locked up?”
“Till the threat’s passed.”
“What threat?”
“She sighs and sits on the bed. “Look, I work for a secret syndicate of assassins run through the government. I pissed them off. They got wind that I was in love with you,” she says matter of factly, like she’s just said something about the weather. She shrugs. “They’re trying to kill you, to bring me back in line.”
