“Strip,” he commands, stopping a couple of feet from the bed and releasing my wrist.The sleeves of his button-down shirt are ripped out to accommodate the cast on his left arm, and with the bandage across his face, he looks wounded and dangerous at the same time—like a modern-day pirate after a raid.His right arm is bulging with muscle, and his uncovered eye is startlingly blue in his tanned face.
I love him so much it hurts.
Taking a step back, I begin to undress.My blouse is first, followed by my jeans.When I’m wearing only a white thong and a matching bra, Julian says hoarsely, “Climb on the bed.I want you on all fours, with your ass toward me.”
Heat slithers down my spine, intensifying the growing ache between my legs.Turning, I do as he says, my heart pounding with nervous anticipation.I remember the last time we had sex on this plane—and the bruises that decorated my thighs for days afterwards.I know Julian is not well enough for anything that strenuous, but that knowledge doesn’t diminish my trepidation or my hunger.
With my husband, fear and desire go hand in hand.
When I’m positioned to Julian’s satisfaction, with my ass at the height of his groin, he steps closer to me and hooks his fingers in the waistband of my underwear, pulling it down to my knees.I quiver at his touch, my sex clenching, and he groans, his hand trailing up my thigh to delve between my folds.“Your pussy is so fucking wet,” he whispers roughly as he pushes two large fingers into me.“So wet for me, and so tight… You want this, don’t you, baby?You want me to take you, to fuck you…”
I gasp as he curls those fingers, hitting a spot that makes my whole body go taut.“Yes…” I can barely speak as waves of heat wash over me, clouding my mind.“Yes, please…”
He chuckles, the sound low and filled with dark delight.His fingers withdraw, leaving me empty and pulsing with need.Before I can object, I hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down and feel the smooth, broad head of his cock brushing against my thighs.
“Oh, I will,” he murmurs thickly, guiding himself toward my opening.“I will please you so fucking well”—the tip of his cock penetrates me, making my breath catch in my throat—“you’ll scream for me.Won’t you, baby?”
And not waiting for my response, he grips my right hip and pushes in all the way, startling a gasping cry out of my throat.As always, his entry batters my senses, his thickness stretching me nearly to the point of pain.If I hadn’t been so turned on, he would’ve hurt me.As it is, his roughness only adds a delicious edge, intensifying my arousal and inundating my sex with more moisture.With my underwear down around my knees, I can’t open my legs any wider, and he feels enormous inside me, every inch of him hard and burning hot.
I expect him to set a brutal pace to match that first thrust, but now that he’s in, he moves slowly.Slowly and deliberately, his every movement calculated to maximize my pleasure.In and out, in and out…It feels like he’s stroking me from the inside, teasing out every bit of sensation my body is capable of producing.In and out, in and out…I’m close to orgasm, but I can’t get there, not with him moving at this snail’s pace.In and out…
“Julian,” I groan, and he slows his pace even more, causing me to whimper in frustration.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” he murmurs, withdrawing almost all the way.“Tell me exactly what you want.”
“Fuck me,” I breathe out, my hands fisting in the sheets.“Please, just make me come.”
He chuckles again, but the sound is strained, his breathing turning heavy and uneven.I feel his cock thickening further inside me, and I squeeze my inner muscles around it, willing him to move just a little faster, to give me that extra bit I need…
And he finally does.
Holding my hip, he picks up the pace, fucking me harder and faster.His thrusts reverberate through me, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating out from my core.My hands clutch at the sheets, my cries growing in volume as the tension inside me becomes unbearable, intolerable… and then I splinter into a million pieces, my body pulsing helplessly around his massive shaft.He groans, his fingers digging into my flesh as his grip on my hip tightens, and I feel him grinding against my ass, his cock jerking inside me as he finds his release.
When it’s all over, he withdraws from me and takes a step back.Shaking from the intensity of my orgasm, I collapse onto my side and turn my head to look at him.
He’s standing there with his jeans unzipped, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.His gaze is filled with lingering desire as he stares at me, his eye glued to my thighs, where his seed is slowly leaking out of my opening.
I flush and glance around the room, searching for a tissue.Thankfully, there is a box on a shelf near the bed.I reach for it and use a tissue to wipe away the evidence of our joining.
Julian observes my actions silently.Then he steps back, his expression growing shuttered again as he tucks his softening cock back inside his jeans and pulls up the zipper.
Grabbing the blanket, I draw it up to cover my naked body.I feel cold and exposed all of a sudden, the heat inside me dissipating.Normally, Julian would hold me after sex, reinforcing our closeness and using tenderness to balance out the roughness.Today, however, he doesn’t seem inclined to do that.
“Is everything okay?”I ask hesitantly.“Did I do something wrong?”
He gives me a cool smile and sits down on the bed next to me.“What could you have done wrong, my pet?”Looking at me, he lifts his hand and picks up a lock of my hair, rubbing it between his fingers.Despite the playfulness of his gesture, there is a hard gleam in his eye that deepens my unease.
I experience a sudden flash of intuition.“It’s the morning-after pill, isn’t it?Are you upset because I took it?”
“Upset?Because you don’t want a child with me?”He laughs, but there is a harshness to the sound that twists my stomach into knots.“No, my pet, I’m not upset.I would make an awful father, and I know it.”
I stare at him, trying to understand why his words are making me feel guilty.He’s a killer and a sadist, a man who ruthlessly abducted me and kept me captive, and yet I feel bad—as if I inadvertently hurt him.
As if I truly did something wrong.
“Julian…” I don’t know what to say.I can’t lie that he would make a good father.He would see right through me.So instead I ask cautiously, “Do youwantto have children?”
Then I hold my breath, waiting for his answer.
