Her lips curve up.“Yes, Julian, you do.”She succeeds in undoing the belt, and her hand delves into my shorts, her slender fingers closing around my swollen length and squeezing lightly.“Don’t you?”
I nearly explode, my hands reaching for her before I even realize what I’m doing.“Yes…” My voice is closer to a growl as I drag her onto my lap, forcing her to straddle my legs.“I want to hurt you, fuck you, take you in every way possible and then some.I want to mark your pretty skin and hear you scream as I drive deep into your pussy and make you come all over my cock.Is that what you want to hear, my pet?”Gripping her arms tightly, I glare at her.“Is that what you want?”
She runs her tongue over her lips, her eyes gleaming with a peculiar darkness.“Yes.”Her voice is whisper-soft.“Yes, Julian.That’s exactly what I want.”
Fuck.I close my eyes, literally shaking with lust.With the way she’s straddling my lap in her dress, only a tiny thong separates her pussy from my dick.If I shift her up a few inches, I could be inside her, pounding her tight little body…
The temptation is unbearable.
One, one thousand.Two, one thousand.Three, one thousand.I force myself to do the mental count until I regain a modicum of control.
Then I open my eyes and meet her gaze again.
“No, Nora.”My voice is almost steady as I let go of her arms and move my hands up to cup her face in my palms instead.“That’s not how this is going to go.”
She blinks, looking taken aback.“What—”
I bend my head, cutting her off with a kiss.Slowly and deeply, I invade her mouth, tasting her, stroking her with my tongue.Then I fist my hand in her hair and push her down between my legs, enjoying the look of shock on her small face.
“You’re going to suck my cock,” I say harshly.“And then, if you’re a good girl, you’ll get your reward.Understand?”
Nora’s eyes widen, but she complies right away.Pulling my dick out of my shorts, she closes her lips around it and begins to stroke it rhythmically with her hand.The interior of her mouth is hot, silky, and wet, almost as delicious as her pussy, and the pressure of her hand is nothing short of perfect.I’m so near the edge all it takes is a couple of minutes, and the orgasm boils out of my balls, blasting ecstasy through my nerve endings.Groaning, I grip her hair and push deeper into her throat, forcing her to swallow every drop.
Then I pull out, kneel on the ground next to her, and make her lie down on the grass.“Spread open your legs,” I order, tugging her dress up to expose her lower body.
She does as I instruct, her gaze filled with anticipation and a hint of wariness.I place my hands on her sleek, tan thighs and stroke them, enjoying the delicate texture of her skin.Then I bend down, hook my fingers into her pink thong, and pull it aside, exposing her glistening pussy lips.
“You have such a sexy pussy, baby.”The words come out low and raspy as my hunger, just barely quelled, returns with a vengeance.Bending lower, I inhale her sweet, musky scent.“Such a beautiful, wet little pussy.”
Her breathing hitches, a moan vibrating in her throat as I press my lips to her folds, kissing them lightly.“Julian, please.”She sounds tortured.“Please, I—I need you.”
“Yes.”I let my breath wash over her sensitive flesh.“I know you do.”I give her slit a long, slow lick.“You’ll always need me, won’t you?”
“Yes.”She pushes her hips up, begging.“Always.”
“Then, my pet, here’s your reward.”
Pressing my tongue to her clit, I begin pleasuring her in earnest, drinking in her pleas and moans.When she finally shudders and cries out in release, I lap at her a few more times, drawing out her orgasm, and then I move up to lie beside her on the grass, folding my left arm under my head as a pillow and arranging her head on my right shoulder.
We lie like that for a while, gazing out at the shimmering water of the lake and listening to the quiet chirping of insects.I still want her, but the desire is more mellow now.More controlled.I didn’t hurt her this time, but the heaviness in my chest is still there, still weighing on me.
Finally, I can no longer remain silent.
“Nora, last night… it wasn’t because of Peter’s list.”I don’t know why I feel compelled to tell her this, but I do.I want her to understand that I didn’t intend to punish her at that moment, that the pain I inflicted was not part of some cruel design.I don’t know why that would matter to her, coming from her kidnapper, or what the distinction really is, but I need her to know this.“It was a mistake.It shouldn’t have happened.”
She doesn’t respond, doesn’t acknowledge my words in any way, but after a few moments, she turns in my arms and rests her right hand on my chest, directly over my heart.
10
Nora
Over the next two weeks,I do my best to manage the new reality of my situation.Or, more precisely, to go about my life and pretend that nothing’s happening.
The nausea comes and goes.I’ve found that eating small, frequent meals helps, as does sticking to plainer foods.Under Ana’s and Julian’s watchful eyes, I dutifully take prenatal vitamins and avoid the foods on Dr.Goldberg’s list, but I try not to dwell on those things.Until the baby bump shows up, I intend to act as if everything’s normal.
Thankfully, my body is cooperating for now.My breasts have gotten a little bigger, and they’re more sensitive, but that’s the only change I’ve detected.My stomach is still flat, and I haven’t gained any weight.If anything, because of my unsettled tummy, I lost a couple of pounds—a fact that worries Julian, who’s doing his best to coddle me into madness.
“I don’t need to rest,” I protest in exasperation as he once again tries to make me nap in the middle of the day.“Really, I’m fine.I slept ten hours last night.How much sleep does a person need?”
