No longer did it matter that this was likely some crazy game this man had cooked up. The reasons simply didn’t matter. He was required to fuck me. I was as sick inside as I’d been before, nervous and hating everything including the man standing in front of me. How had I been attracted to him in the first place? He was just like the others, his actions and needs disgusting.
The feeling of being lost returned, but for an entirely different reason.
“Would you like a drink? I plan on having one.”
His question surprised me. I hadn’t even noticed there was a bar. Now he was going to try to suggest this was a date? My nerves were riddled with anxiety and I nodded as if I was required to do so.
He didn’t ask me what I wanted, merely heading to the bar. Every clink of the glass was nauseating, every minute that passed pushing my mind into a very dark place.
When he returned, two glasses in his hand, I couldn’t look him in the eyes any longer. What was the point in doing so? I had no choice, but I certainly wouldn’t give him the idea that I was going along willingly.
Fuck him.
As my stomach continued to twist, he reached out, taking my hand and wrapping my fingers around the dense crystal. Exhaling, I brought the drink to my lips, fearful I would drop it, my hand was shaking so badly.
“Relax, Star. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“You already did,” I dared whisper.
“That was different. That was for punishment. Soon I hope that won’t be necessary.” The softness of his voice also surprised me.
“Whatever you say.Sir.” I took a swig of the drink, coughing immediately. I wasn’t used to hard liquor and the whiskey burned the back of my throat. But after a second swallow, a slight calm washed over me.
Why did he continue to study me? Did he think he knew me because he’d learned my real name? The questions continued to burn in the back of my mind. How was it even possible he knew anything about me?
Another darted look toward the mirror and I resisted the strong urge to bolt.
He turned away, walking toward the chair and sitting down. My eyes were drawn to his actions and the way he commanded the chair, sprawling across the cushion as if completely comfortable when I was a bundle of nerves.
I concentrated on my drink, trying to buy time, fighting the inevitable. He didn’t rush me, merely enjoying his drink as if the night was nothing but a sweet end to a lovely dinner out. Maybe I could pretend that’s all it was and I’d be able to get through whatever he had in mind.
As before, his eyes never left me. He certainly didn’t need to undress with his eyes. There’d been no pretense necessary.
After a couple of minutes of silence, he cleared his throat. “Come here, Star.”
The nerves remained in full force, the anger and hatred of what I’d gotten myself into pushing at my nerves until I could barely move.
But I did as he commanded, moving to within a few feet of him.
“Closer.”
His voice was so commanding, dark yet alluring, creating another vacuum that managed to drown out the hard pounding echoing in my ears. I moved closer, now close enough he was able to reach out and stroke the side of my leg.
Leaning forward, he took my glass, placing it on the table next to the chair along with his.
“I said. Closer.” He parted his legs and I was drawn to just how muscular they were, his thighs stretching the material of his trousers. And the thick bulge between his legs drew and kept my attention as much as I longed to look away.
I did as I was asked, moving between his legs. He slowly tilted his head, peering at me in a way that allowed me to know he had plans on devouring me.
The strangled sensations in my throat gave way to another scattered moan. His actions deliberate, he placed his hands on my outer thighs, taking the time to caress my skin, rolling his thumb in lazy circles.
Within seconds, some of the raging fear ebbed. I’d considered myself a strong judge of character my entire life. I didn’t sense the evil that I had with the others. That he was a lawless man intent on doing illegal things.
Quite the opposite. Another wave of confusion kept my attention even as he pulled me onto the chair with my knees straddling his legs.
He continued exploring my body with his fingers, the light touch as he rolled them over my hips to my stomach strangely scintillating. I was shocked that within a few seconds, some of the tension eased.
The heat of our bodies was close to being explosive, so much so I was as breathless as I’d been before. Maybe he was trying to make me feel more comfortable. There was no chance that was going to happen.
