Sir smiled. “No. Truth is Callum was even more fucked up and psychotic than Mael. He’d been here almost all his life, under constant psychiatric evaluation. When his parents couldn’t find Mael, they let the crazier one out of the cage. His father was obsessed with finding Mael. I guess Callum must have listened in on the details of the investigation. Your name kept coming up, since Mael had always been ... obsessed with you and because you’d disappeared. His father just thought someone must have kidnapped the both of you on the way to prom but Callum ... he thought something else.”
“You were up to date with the investigation?”
“I made sure he didn’t find you sooner, Little One.”
“So, you knew he was searching for me?” For too long, Sir said nothing, but he didn’t appear to have been caught on a secret, it was more like a bored expression. “You wanted me to end up here.”
“No. Hate me all you want. Think of me whatever you want, but know that I’d never wish this on anyone, least of all you,” he mumbled, then kissed where tears had trailed just seconds before.
“Then why are you here? If you disapprove of it, then why do you participate in it?” My tone carried an air of judgment.
He stared at me with his head inclined a little to the right, as if he were lost, as if there was something he wanted to tell me but couldn’t. Whatever it was, weighed heavily on him. “Thank heavens I’m still here, Little One. Thank the fucking heavens.” While cupping my face again, he kissed my wet cheek and forehead. “I missed my gorgeous, fierce little one.” Another kiss on my other cheek, then on my chin.
The affection felt amazing, like something essential I had been needing all my life.What had we been talking about?He pulled me into his arms again. The embrace was snug, and I soaked up the warmth, the love which would soon disappearbecause nothing good ever lasted with Sir.When would the bull show up? I didn’t want him to ever come.
His fingers raked through my hair and massaged my head, the way they always did when he forced himself on me. It alerted my body. Even before the thought crossed my mind, I went rigid. “Shhh… Breathe… I won’t hurt you… tonight. You’re so sensitive…”
I sat with his cock inside me, wondering if it felt my throbbing clit. When I lifted my head from his shoulder, our eyes locked. His lips crashed against mine, consuming me. I whimpered, feeling helpless against what my body begged for, then placed my palms on his shoulders, sweeping them all over, feeling every protruding vein and his huge muscles. I kissed him back and unconsciously gyrated on his hard dick.
“That’s a good girl.” The praise heated my body even more, pushing a current of pleasure through me. I leaned in, and he kissed me again, but this time his tongue curled against mine.Fuck.A tsunami of euphoria soothed an insufferable, unending ache. I needed it so badly.
My breaths became rushed, and I moaned. My fingers dug into and then raked his back. “Make love to me. Please. I need it. I need to feel loved.”
I lifted, then placed his cock against my pussy, allowing it to slip in all the way. “Fuck, you’re so hot and wet for me. So fucking delicious. My beautiful girl. Did you really want my cock?”
“Yes,” I whispered between pants while rocking my hips slowly, dying to feel his cock massaging every inch of my walls as it slid deep into me. I couldn’t get enough, but I took it slowly. “Yes,” I repeated. Even though there was a disgusting power imbalance between us. Even though deep inside I knew if I said no, he would fuck me anyway. I needed the illusion that for oncein my life, I was truly consenting. I needed this to be beautiful and clean, just one time.
“Show me, beautiful.” He squeezed my breasts together and licked between them. Then he took my nipple in his hot, wet mouth, biting then sucking so hard a jolt of electricity coursed through it, all while pinching and flicking the other. “Fuck. You’re torturing me, baby.”
I’d never done any of this—willingly had sex with a man. I had never been on top, controlling the rhythm and speed. To test if I really was in control, I stopped, with him deep inside. His eyes studied mine. “Are you okay?”
My gratitude was so overwhelming I blurted it out and kissed him. “Thank you. Yes. I’m okay.”
He pressed a featherweight kiss to my lips, then another was followed by a lick and him sucking my bottom one between his teeth. His dick engorged, making me gasp, and he chuckled.
I wished we could be like this forever, that we were two normal people in some hotel falling in love, making love. I wished the world of human trafficking would dissolve along with every asshole in it. His arms embraced me, warming me, like a thick blanket in the winter. It brought me out of my mind while telling me it was safe.
“Sir,” I called as he kissed me everywhere and his hands caressed my back.
“Hmm?”
“What’s your name?”
His eyes fluttered open as if I’d woken him from a sweet dream. I studied his face, his sharp chin, hard features, his magical light-green eyes. He was undeniably beautiful. I kissed his high cheekbone, his forehead, then his closed eyelid. Then I licked the scar sliding across his face, with kisses along the way. “I want to call you by your name while… touching each other. Just for tonight.” My eyes met his, then moved to his lips.
Was this how one begged for a kiss, by alternating their gaze up and down? He kissed me, confirming my suspicion.
“You’re my slave. I am protecting you, Little One. I’ll always try to protect you. My name would kill you. Just call me Sir.”
The subject was closed by the kisses he planted on my clavicle and chest.
It hurt, like a rejection.
He didn’t understand.Sirwas my slave master, not my lover.
I wanted a lover, just for one night. Just one time.
Please.I gave him the puppy eyes Mom always used on Dad. They often worked on him. But no, it didn’t work on Sir.I was grateful he at least didn’t comment on the tears once again falling so quickly from my eyes.Please.The desperation bloomed my madness, and I wasn’t sure if I’d vocalized the besiege or if I’d only thought it. He licked them, kissed them, and then kissed my lips again. No wonder men loved hurting women so much, the tears tasted good while kissing. The salt seasoned the deep kiss he gifted me.I thought of it as a blessing because it made me forget everything, soothing away the darkness from my mind.
