His hands moved under my shirt and pulled it over my head. He pressed his thigh between my legs, lifting my weight and forcing my pussy to ride up on his rough thigh.
I leaned my weight against the door and held onto his bare shoulders as he lavished attention on my neck and breasts. Fuck, he was hot. I rocked on his leg, humping it like a bitch in heat. Between the dizzy euphoria and the erotic caresses, I was falling into lust. I must be leaving a wet spot on his pants.
“I can’t believe you drugged me again,” I mumbled. Honestly, at this point, I wasn’t even that mad.
He chuckled against my skin. “I must so you stay put. It is this or put you in the cage under the bed.”
I tensed up. “There is a cage under the bed?”
“Yes. So, behave or that will be the next place you end up.”
He suddenly spun me and deposited me on the large vanity. He continued seducing me, but now his fingers were plunging into my sopping channel with ease.
“Fuck my fingers,malishka.”
The logical side of my brain reminded me that this asshole just murdered someone in cold blood over fucking soup, but the part of my brain handling my biology didn’t care. If anything, it made this whole thing that much hotter.
What is wrong with me!
Now I was coming and crying, and Alexie’s thumb was rubbing my clit. He inserted another finger. “One day, I’m going to put my whole fist inside.”
So far gone, dizzy from drugs and orgasms and lack of food, my dumb ass fell into his fantasies and encouraged his psychosis.
“Yes, yes,” I chanted. “Please, Alexie. I want that! But we should wait. It will be easier once I have your baby.”
He growled and grazed his teeth over my nipple before capturing my mouth. After a lengthy kiss, and him stroking my g-spot with come-hither motions, he spoke against my lips.
“Before you have the baby, so it will be easier to push him out.” To punctuate his point, he shoved four fingers into me hard.
I came again. How I was able to gush so much was a miracle. Surely, I had no fluids to spare. But my captor seemed to be the master of my body, pulling orgasm after orgasm from me.
“Scream for me,malishka.I want the men changing the carpet in the bedroom to hear your passion. Say my name. Who does this pussy belong to?”
God forgive me.
“You, Alexie! You!”
“And this body?” he growled in my ear, fucking me hard with his fingers.
“You! Oh, God, Alexie, you!” It felt so wonderful, especially when I could hardly hear my conscience reprimanding me for enjoying my captivity this much.
He sucked and nibbled my neck. “Your heart? You soul? Your mind?”
“You, Alexie! All you!” I knew I was squirting at this point, because I could literally feel liquid pouring off me.
“Will you ever leave me?”
I swear he practically shoved his hand inside me, so tight and full did I feel, and it hurt as much as it felt good. I shook my head as the last explosive orgasm had me screaming like a woman possessed.
Drained, I let my head fall to his shoulder. That was it. He had taken it all. I could not stay awake another second longer.
He withdrew from me, put the large tee “dress” back on and gathered me up, He brought me into the bedroom. He placed me on the bed and covered me up. I was too tired to care about the cleaning crew, or Alexie barking out orders like he might shoot someone again.
I would sleep. I could always go back to planning my escape when I awoke again.
ALEXIE
Alexie