I’m standing before him now in just my string bikini. Lucas moves in closer, keeping the knife in his hand, and leans in to untie the one between my breasts with his mouth as his hands slide down to my hips and do the same with them. I feel the suit bottom drop to the floor and the top gape open. He walks backward to his bed, sits down, and eyes me from his seat.
He’s still fully clothed as his gaze burns across my exposed body.
“Come to Daddy.”
His words pique my interest. Did he really just say that?
When I don’t move, he slaps his thigh and I put one foot in front of the other as I make my way toward him. Nerves wrack my body, and I’m never nervous for sex, so this is all very new to me. When I reach him, he nods to my bikini top still dangling from my body. “Remove that.”
When I’m completely naked, his hand juts out and reaches for my hip so he can turn me around. “Bend over.” I do, until my ass is in his face. That’s when I feel his breath at my entrance. He’s doing that creepy breathing, sniffing shit again—he’s such a fucking weirdo.
I’m sure having a fascination with someone’s smell is the strangest shit I have ever come across, and believe me, I have come across some whack jobs in my time. So why, when his tongue reaches out and touches me there, do I jump? He holds me still with a hand to my back as it does it again.
Then, he does the unthinkable and does it again, but this time he doesn’t stop. He licks from my pussy to my ass, and I can’t help but quiver at the sensation. I’m already wet, my body seeming to enjoy this, and when he’s had his taste, he pulls away, slapping my pussy with an open hand. I let out a squeal, and when I turn back around, I find him standing as well.
Right now, my mind is firing with don't do this, but my body is not paying any attention. I know this man is fucked-up in all the strangest ways, but his protection in coming to my defense has me thinking perhaps there is another side to him that I haven’t taken into consideration.
Is he really all that bad? The answer I know is yes, yet, as conflicted as I am, he seems to have a side to him that won’t take no for an answer, and two, there is something there, something unusual but equally as beautiful in his persona.
Yeah, I know, call me crazy, but right now he feels good, and I am going with that.
“Undress me,” he commands. I never thought I’d enjoy being a submissive in the bedroom, because I’m so in control of my life. But I’m so wet for him—like next-level wet. And I never get wet. A man has not once made me come. One came close once, but that’s it, and I always fake it with my clients. I’m an expert at fake it till you make it. I’m literally trained in the art of faking how I feel or react to things.
My hands reach out and slowly undo the top button of his black shirt. He doesn’t rush me, merely watches me with those dark, woodsy eyes. I have never really taken him all in because every time I’m around him, I want to run in the other direction.
Now I understand why.
He has control, and he’s a master at it.
And I’m not one to give up control freely, unless I’m being paid, but even then, I’m still in full control, it’s just that the client doesn’t realize it.
“What do you see?” he asks.
I’ve gotten to the second to last button, and as I undo it, I want to step away. His gaze hits me hard, and it’s not his normally distant one. This one is trying to assess me, to see me differently, and I don’t know if I want him to.
“Your shirt,” I reply, knowing full well that is not the answer he’s looking for.
His hand covers mine as I reach the last button. “Not in the shirt, in me.” His finger touches under my chin and he lifts it so we can make eye contact. “Tell me…what do you see?”
“A man.”
He scoffs at my words. “That was too easy, give me something.”
“A desperate man,” I clarify, and instantly I regret those words when his face changes from calm and somewhat happy to frustrated.
“Desperate,” he hisses between his teeth. He bites his lip as he scans my features.
Is this what he did with those women he’s killed? Asked them trick questions, then fucked them…then killed them?
“Do you plan to kill me?” I can’t help the words from slipping from my mouth.