Once again, he’d used sweet honeyed words and kisses to get beneath my guard and open myself to him again. Not just physically, but just as I knew and feared, sharing this with him had opened up something more visceral inside, and I was almost certain that this time, I wouldn’t be able to walk away unscathed.
I clutched at him just as hard as he held me and felt the first volley of his hot seed splash against my inner walls, deep, deepinside. Now the wild pleasure was almost overcast by the fear at the thought of what his cumming in me might mean.
He’d been more careful the last time, and if I remember correctly, that was one of the things he’d thrown in my face the morning after. The fact that there would be no child from our union, so I didn’t need to come looking for him.
He hadn’t said those exact words, but it was close enough. I couldn’t pit my strength against his, so there was no way to throw him off of me, so I tried pushing him out of me with my inner muscles, but that only seemed to spur him on, the cad. “Ouch!” He bit my damn lip and rolled with me, putting me on top of him.
When I tried to escape, he held me in place with his hand on my head and the other around my middle. “Settle down, you’re not going anywhere.” His mouth just pisses me off. I started to bitch him out, but for some reason, my eyes wouldn’t remain open.
I’m not sure how long I was out for, but the next thing I knew, I was riding him and sharing sleepy, sloppy tongue tangles. He was back to whispering in my ear, but this time I wasn’t having it. “Uh-hmm!” I tried getting away, I don’t wanna hear shit. It’s those empty words that get me in trouble.
He smacked my ass, and my head flew up. I glared down at him, and he grinned, grabbing my hips and guiding my pace. This was a new one. I wouldn’t exactly call it an anger fuck, but there was definitely a battle going on there. He won, again, but I made sure to bite the shit out of him everywhere I could reach.
By the time I rolled off of me for the last time and dragged me into his arms like a sack of rice, I was a limp noodle, and he didn’t seem to be doing much better. I did purr like a kitten, which was embarrassing, before giving in to sleep.
Fiend,absolute beast. I can’t feel my legs, and my back is in traction. Those were my very first thoughts upon awakening the next day. I was too worn out to enjoy the surprise of having slept through another night. I reached for my phone on the nightstand because obviously the watch on my wrist was just for decoration.
“Eleven!” I sat up in shock and disbelief. “Ouch!” Lucky for him, he was nowhere in sight. How could I forget this feeling like a semi-truck had run over me? It was the same as the last time, if a bit worse. That might be because this time he didn’t let up until the wee hours of the morning, while back then we’d only done it twice.
“Just what the hell was he trying to prove anyway?” I eased off the bed, wincing with each move, and crawled my way to the bathroom. I was almost afraid to pee for fear that it would burn, but surprisingly, my bruised and swollen flesh was spared that torment.
At the sink, there was a note under the familiar-looking tube from last night. My cheeks burned just seeing it there as I recalled what it was for and how he had used it to ease the ache between my thighs. That damn cream did more harm than good.
Each time he’d rubbed some of it inside me with his big fingers, he’d end up fucking me again, which only started the whole thing all over and is what had led to me feeling like my bones had been pulverized. As I turned on the shower, I remembered being lowered into the tub at some point in the wee hours, which had helped with the pain.
I have to give it to him, he’s very attentive, the dog. As soon as I stepped out of the shower, I heard my phone ringing in thebedroom and rushed to answer it. I do have a life outside of his prison after all. Speaking of which, my family hasn’t been calling and harassing me every few hours like they usually do.
I have a pretty good idea why that is, the traitors. They’d all but given me to him, which I plan to ream them for as soon as I return home. How dare they trust the enemy? “Hello!” Why didn’t I check who was calling before answering?
“Don’t leave the house, no running around.” I didn’t bother answering him, because who the fuck? “Jessica, I’m not playing.” I hung up the phone, turned it off, and went about my merry way. I was running low on clothes, so I snagged another one of his white dress shirts to wear over my cutoffs.
I was in the middle of moisturizing and putting on my face paint when the bathroom door slammed open, and there he was, breathing fire. He didn’t say a word, just dragged me up from the vanity where I sat and pulled me along behind him.
“Shoes, I’m not wearing any.” He gave me time to slip on my sneakers before hauling me down the stairs. His mom called out to us, but I barely had time to wave goodbye before being dragged out the door. He wasn’t talking, but his face said it all. He was pissed.
“Who shit in your lunch box?” He threw me into the passenger seat, belted me in, and walked around to the driver’s side, all in deadly silence. I didn’t bother asking where he was taking me, but was surprised when we ended up at his business.
“I’m not dressed for… Hey!” I tugged at his hand and tried to stop his forward motion, but now found myself thrown over his shoulder as he walked like a man on a mission. He didn’t stop until we were in what looked like a conference room where his team had already gathered.
One of his people, maybe his personal assistant, brought over a chair just in time and placed it near the head of the table to his right, and he plopped me down there. The looks on thosepeople’s faces were priceless, but no one dared say a word to the tyrant.
“Continue!” He all but growled at those poor people, and I wanted to disappear.
JESSICA
Is he mental? I’m barely dressed for polite company, let alone here in his boardroom with his shareholders and company bigwigs. All I did was hang up the phone, and he went postal. How would he ever survive a strategic frontal attack?
I could feel the heat of everyone’s stare as he went on about his business, as if nothing happened. I guess they’re accustomed to his antics because no one said anything. I was too embarrassed to look any of those people in the face, so I kept my head down, pretending to be on the phone while gritting my teeth and plotting mayhem.
He was in the middle of some spiel when I texted him. I’m not sure how he knew it was me, but he looked at me before looking at his phone.
‘If you don’t let me out of here, I’m going to embarrass the hell out of you.’
‘You can try, but I hope you’re ready to bear the consequences.’
There was a shift in the air in the room, and I was certain everyone knew we were talking to each other. I looked up to findhim watching me even as he spoke to his people; obvious, much? It’s like he was waiting for my next move, daring me even.
Okay then. I threw both legs onto the table and smiled around the room. “So, what are we talking about? Hey, nice tie, it really suits your complexion.” I pointed at the oldest man at the table with a grin. The poor man almost swallowed his face as it turned red, but there was no mistaking that gleam in his eye. He probably hasn’t been complimented since The Flintstones went off the air.
