With a quick flip, he has me on my back, my hands gripped in his one fist above my head, pulling my arms tight above me. He has his knees on either side of my hips, pinning me down with the force of his hips.
The malicious smile on his face has me shaking to my core. He raises his hand and I close my eyes. Is this where he slaps me? It wouldn’t be the first slap I ever received from a man. My father was always quick with his punishments when I stepped out of line, and it was the go-to when I was kidnapped. Is this the moment where he really chokes the life out of me?
His dark voice slithers over my skin. “You will open your eyes, Isabella.”
I shake my head no, and he grabs my chin and shakes my face slightly, not as hard as before, but enough that it scares me. “OPEN!”
I can feel his breath so close to my lips as he barks, and I jump at his words, opening my eyes and looking into the cold grey steel of his.
“How long did you plan on leaving me sitting at my own dining table with my dick in my hands, Isabella?” He tilts my head sideways and runs his nose along my cheek. His voice is a soft whisper now in my ear, which makes me even more afraid.
“I waited, you know. I believed you when you said you would come back, but here I had to go and chase you again. Is this a habit I should be concerned about, little bunny?”
He presses his lips to my throat, nipping and then sucking the sensitive skin hard, making me shiver. I can’t help it, I lean the side of my head toward him, feeling our temples touch. He chuckles and moves his lips farther down, nipping the skin by my collarbone.
“I don’t tolerate liars, Isabella.”
He licks the valley at the top of my breasts, making me suck in my breath. His hand leaves my throat, and he pulls the top of the towel slightly away, gently tracing his fingers closer and closer to exposing my breast.
I should be trying to stop him. My brain knows this, but I’venever felt this way before and my body just lets him do it.
“Do you know?”
He tugs the towel lower, moving it to the side to reveal one breast. He cups the side of my breast in his large hand and lifts it closer to his face. As he moves his mouth closer, he lets out a small growl. My nipples are so hard that they hurt. He slowly glides his mouth over towards the hard peak, and I want him to take it in his hot mouth so badly. Moisture pools in my core and I can feel my heartbeat in my clit.
Oh my god, my body has never reacted like this before. Alexander shifts his weight and I can feel the hard length of him pressing into my lower belly. I use my hips to push up slightly and he groans, pushing back harder against me.
“What is the punishment for lying?”
His nose is circling my areola, making me wiggle under his weight. I lift my shoulder, trying to get his mouth where I want it. Alexander licks the sensitive skin under my breast. He moves his hips and I can feel the hard length of him pressing on my sensitive spot. I slightly grind myself on him and I let out a little moan, only this time in pleasure.
“Answer me, little bunny?”
He returns to run his hot tongue around my nipple, pushing his groin harder into me while continuing to kiss and lick the skin between my breasts. No, I shake my head back and forth. I feel so close to coming. Everything feels so hot and wet and I tingle all over.
Alexander stops and looks up at me, his grey eyes shining.
“Use your words, Isabella.”
“No, I don’t know,” I whisper, pushing my core harder on him.
He grips my hands harder when I tug on them. I just want to run them through his hair, feel the softness. I want to kiss him, hold him, and feel all of him. Alexander smiles wickedly overmy breast and I smile back. He begins to lower his mouth to my nipple and I close my eyes, waiting for the pleasure he’s been teasing me with.
An intense sharp pain radiates over my breast, spreading out over my entire body, making me scream. I scream so hard my throat hurts. I struggle in earnest now, trying to pull my hands from his grip, bucking my hips to dislodge him, but it makes my body move, tugging at my breast, increasing the pain from his teeth, which are sunk into my nipple. I cry out now; the tears rolling down my cheeks from the pain, and I roll sideways, trying to dislodge him.
Alexander rolls with me, using his hips to bring me back on my back. My nipple pops out from his mouth as he straightens up, the towel now open to my waist from my struggles to expose my upper body fully to his view.
Alexander lifts his chest from mine and looks down at me with a repulsive smile, tracing the line from my collarbone to my belly button with his free hand.
“I liked your scream.”
He circles my belly button with the tip of his finger. “Would you like me to make you scream again, Isabella?”
My breast is throbbing in pain. I can’t feel my hands anymore and I’m practically naked on my bed with Alexander straddling me, a hard-on tenting out of his pants.
“You are sick!” I wail at him, lifting my head to look at my poor boob. I look up at him and spit out, “You are a sick, sick man! Who bites people’s nipples? That is just messed up!” I can feel my tears running down into my ears as I put my head back down on the bed.
I hate men!
