“Well, I feel welcome.” He teased.
“What would you like?” I said, and my voice threatened to crack. I had never had someone say something so teasing. It seemed to drip with lust, but I tried to remind myself that it wasn’t possible. No man would look at me like that. Not a man like him.“A tall, dark espresso.” He said, and it seemed like the only drink that would fit a man like this. I went to start it.“Anything else?” I asked. My voice was stronger when I wasn’t looking him directly in the eyes. “Anything sweet? We have the best muffins in town, but the pastries are better. Oh jeez. The blackberry Danish is to die for.” I said, but I knew I was gushing. I had to turn back to face him, and his eyes seemed intense.“You don’t have any sweets that would fit my appetite.” He said with a small wink, and I felt my cheeks heating up as his eyes slid down my body in a teasing, almost taunting manner.“No?” I squeaked out, and he chuckled. It was a deep, rich sound. I remember thinking he must be a God. No one sounded that perfect.“Not that you’d be willing to give me.” He said, and I handed him his espresso, and he slid me a twenty, walking away.“Don’t you want change?” I managed to say almost breathlessly, but the man hadn’t looked back.That had been two weeks ago. I thought I’d never see the man again. I had dreamt about him at night. I had gotten wet at the sight of him. I had imagined it going very differently. I had imagined him telling me that his appetites were for a woman like me. I had imagined the man giving me his number, bending me over the counter, stealing a kiss instead of leaving me a large tip. I had looked for him in the streets, and I thought I would have given anything to see him again.This wasn’t how I had expected to see him. He looked so perfect, like an avenging angel. He was in a long dark blue button up shirt and black slacks. He was perfect all the way down to his black leather, polished shoes, but he wasn’t an angel. I knew I was staring at the devil right then and there. I just knew that this was the man who had dragged me here, undressed me, and chained me. I had never felt so ashamed. My mind raged, but by the wet spot growing on my panties, my body didn’t care. It was as if I was at war with myself, and I couldn’t understand why. It was all I could do to not cry out in frustration as I tore my gaze from him, instead staring at the bed.☆☆☆☆Damon Pov:::She looked at me with adoration before she snapped out of it. I knew the questions she would fire at me when she found her voice again. “Why me?” “What did I do?” “You can let me go. I won’t tell anyone.” I patiently stood there, waiting, but they never came. She was parched, and I could tell her head was still pounding.“Hello, Ms. Alice Bannon.” I said, catching her off guard.I needed to make sure she knew she wasn’t in control of this situation right away. No demands would be met. Her doe like eyes looked up at me in wonder when I said her name. I couldn’t help but to chuckle, and to my surprise her cheeks started to tinge a bright red. I had expected a lot, but very few girls got embarrassed like this.They got angry. They cried. They screamed, but I looked her over. My eyes grazed over the small change in her breathing. The rise and fall that she was trying to control stood out to my trained eyes, and she had her legs tightly together, but it wasn’t from fear. I chuckled again. I knew that look. It was in the eyes and stance of anyone I dragged to my bedroom.“I expected a lot.” I told her, and I let my accent out this time. It was Middle Eastern, and she wasn’t expecting it. I was good at hiding it when I was searching. My looks stood out enough, after all.“I was expecting you to shout, Ms. Bannon, but I did not expect you to get wet for me.” I almost purred, catching her off guard. She said nothing to me, but if looks could kill, then Alice Bannon would be a murderer at that very moment. It amused me, and I knew I had chosen well.“You can ask me one question.” I said, amusedly as I pulled the chair out to lounge there, looking at her chained to the bed. Her eyes narrowed as if she thought that this might be a trick, and I arched a perfectly groomed dark eyebrow at her.“Well? My patience grows thin for your silence, Alice.” I said, softening my voice at that last syllable. I wasn’t going to let her figure me out just yet.“What is going to happen to me now that I’m here?” She asked, and her voice was softer, but it didn’t break. I smiled at her for a moment, but there was nothing charming about my smile. Somehow, she still seemed to find his charm alluring despite herself. I knew that flush.“You’re going to be trained, and you will listen. There will be good times.Pleasure that you probably didn’t think your body was capable of, but there will be pain if you anger me. Pain if you upset me.” I told her, leveling her reaction. It seemed like she was at war with her own emotions. I watched as her tongue darted out, licking her dry hips, and I smiled at her. I tried to relax, making my edges soften a little for her.“Would you like some water?” I asked. It served two purposes. This way, she wouldn’t have to ask questions. She’d just process, and I watched as Alice nodded. I disappeared, leaving her to her own thoughts to go grab what I had put aside for her.Alice Pov::He had left the door slightly open, as if teasing me to jump out of bed and run to freedom. He was showing he had control, but I didn’t need to move an inch to remember that the chain would hold me there if I tried to move at all. I just stared at it, empty and processing what he said.Pain. Pleasure. The idea was something new. I wanted to recoil from it. Before this, my life had been dull and simple. I went to work. Went home. I didn’t have anyone to talk to. A few online friends that wouldn’t think twice about me going missing. I wanted to recoil. I wanted to run, but I was always smarter than that.You didn’t grow up where I grew up with the looks I had without being smart. I was sure that was something he didn’t know. I had to grow up running, and I learned to find ways out of sticky situations. I was snapped out of my thoughts, looking at him with head still pounding as he carried two bags. Fear rose up in me, but so did curiosity.If he wanted to hurt me, then he wo
“Yes, Sir.” I said, and my voice cracked more than I would have liked. He let me up, gently helping me stand as he crossed over to the table to give me the food. Chicken and broccoli. Fried rice. Vegetable not pork. A shrimp egg roll. It was my favorite. I had a feeling that wasn’t a coincidence. My heart sunk. How long were you watching me? I thought without daring to voice the question.☆☆☆☆☆Damon Pov:::I knew in those first weeks she would see me as a demon, and I felt like one. What she caught onto quicker than some of the rest was that I liked being the demon. That first night, I could tell she caught on quickly. The way she had squirmed against me was something I relished. I ached to plunge deep inside of her, teaching her the pleasures that only a woman could feel. I knew she wasn’t a virgin, but when I had researched, I knew it was unlikely she had many partners at all.By the way she had looked at me the first time she saw me, I knew that they had been boys. Not men. They w
What she didn’t know was that even there I had cameras watching her. I had seen her masturbate herself to orgasm with her fingers trying desperately to do what mine could to her. I had seen the frustration in her face and body as it slumped against the shower walls, and I could see it now. I didn’t need to tell her I was watching. I think we both knew by now, and Alice didn’t ever stop doing what she did. She desperately sought release from the buildup of sexual tension she seemed to get every time I entered the room.☆☆☆☆☆Alice Pov:::I hated what this had become. It was routine. That wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I wasn’t supposed to ache in the shower, fingers sliding betweenmy sexes, trying to copy what he had done to me. I shouldn’t let my eyes linger on his pants a little too long, wanting to feel that hard bulge deep inside of me. That wasn’t what was supposed to happen. I was supposed to hate him. The police were supposed to come. I was supposed to be free, but I was lea
I ached for her now. My cock strained at my pants, begging for me to wrap my fingers in her hair and force her pouty lips to the head before feeling her tongue slide down my length as I forced her to swallow every last inch. I groaned, trying to chase the thoughts away. I didn’t want to see Alice just yet. The dinner I had made would take another thirty minutes, and it was the longest thirty minutes I experienced in quite some time.Alice jumped when I walked in the room. For the past two days, I had been sliding food in and locking the door. I didn’t even enter the room, but now she looked at me, waiting to see if I’d either chain her back to the bed or if perhaps I’d walk her to the shower. She gave me an odd look when I sat the lasagna down, smiling at her. There were two plates, as if we were having dinner together on a date.“Eat. You must be hungry. I made this myself.” I said, as she approached with an odd look. It was as if she didn’t trust what I had to offer. I couldn’t help
“Sir.” I said instead. It was almost pleading, and it seemed to be enough. His thumb went to my clit, and I came. My pussy clenched onto his fingers, not wanting to let go as I rode out that orgasm before he slowly pulled them from my body anyways.“See. Already a step closer.” He taunted, but I had nothing to say back. I was at his mercy if I liked it or not, and I was tired of not liking it.“Fuck me. Please.” I said, forcing out the last word with both lust and a bit of venom. He looked down at me. He was more controlled than I thought. I thought he’d gladly take the opportunity, but it didn’t seem like he’d just get between my legs just yet. Instead, he smirked down at me, playing with my nipples as I arched my back, forcing a little more pressure on the collar around my neck.“I like when you say please.” He teased me as he massaged one breast and then the next.His other hand went back to playing with my clit, making me squirm underneath him. He kneeled between my legs, and I cl
I cleaned him off of me, and the smell of sex washed from my skin. He had brought me lilac shampoo and conditioner. The scent washed over me, and he didn’t say anything about it being in here before I stepped in. I didn’t say thank you, but I knew he saw the small smile when I saw it. He saw everything I did in here, and that’s why I took my time soaping up my body. My fingers massaged my breasts tenderly, and I looked around to see if there was any camera I could see. Of course, he was better than that. I could tell nothing.My fingers trailed down my body smoothly after I played with my nipples, tweaking and tugging in just the right way. My mouth fell into a soft ‘oh’, making me moan. I let my head fall back, as my hand glided down between my pussy lips. My finger softly, slowly ran around my clit before I played with it, eyes wide and bucking my hips softly. I slid my fingers down lower between my slit, starting to push two fingers into myself, pretending it was him fucking me ag
Damon Pov::I watched her as she moaned, feeling her tighten around me as she came. I knew then and there that I wanted to keep her. I wanted to hear her moan louder. I wanted to hear her moan my name. I rammed into her harder, slipping a second finger up to her puckered asshole, pushing and prodding until she opened up to allow me to slip it inside. Alice cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, but I just curled my fingers inside of her as I picked up the pace.There was no way that I was going to let her go. Not now. She’d behave, and that’s all I needed. I couldn’t hold back much longer, and so I continued in short, hard thrusts until my cock started to throb inside of her. Alice tried to stay relaxed around my fingers, but both her pussy and asshole continued to clench around me, milking every last drop of come from me as I came deep inside of her.“Alice.” I groaned softly, hoping she wouldn’t hear as I came. I don’t think she did with the way she threw her head back in pleasure,
It was like that every time he looked at me. He’d utter some false compliment, some empty line of praise. Yet he was aware I knew he was full of bullshit. It became a game. How many times could he get me to roll my eyes?“You look like you belong running on the Swiss Alps,” he told me one day when I wore my hair in braids, wrapped around the crown of my head.Another day I wore a red dress to go out to dinner with friends. He kept pulling on the hem as I ran around, getting ready.“If you go out in that, every man is going to try and tackle you down.”“What are you talking about?” I asked, distracted as I slipped my feet into some black heels.He blocked my way to the front door and gave me a long look that made my toes curl. “You look like a naughty schoolgirl personified. You’re every sick man’s daydream come to life and out at night.”I swallowed and stepped back from him. He lifted his eyebrows, like “see?”, and disappeared upstairs.I changed my dress after that.And then wheneve