Whatever else I planned to say was quickly forgotten. In front of me he stood in naked glory. That was the first time I’d gotten to look at him fully exposed. I came to the conclusion that this man had been made to torture me. That was the only reason anybody as physically perfect as him would want me.
His olive skin was flawless, not a scar. He was muscular, but not bulky. Long and lean, a patch of light dark hair led from his six-pack to his groin. When my eyes landed below his waist, I couldn’t help but lick my lips. His dick, a shade or two darker than his tanned skin, looked tasty. I’d always had an oral fixation and I wondered what he would taste like? Sin probably.
Well played Mr. Socio, I thought.
He knew I wouldn’t be able to bark insults at him while in awe of his body. No woman with eyes would be able to. I had to force myself to look away from his heavy cock and when I did, I found the devil in his smug expression. At that very moment, I hated him.
I dropped my eyes so he wouldn’t be able to see the fire he’d started in them. That didn’t help me much since they landed on his stomach. The urge to reach out and trail my fingers down the hard planes of his abs was immediate and had me hell hot. I gave up. He’d won. He’d officially driven me to the edge of insanity. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me to want him. However, I’d rather cut out my own tongue than tell him.
I sucked my teeth and then tried to keep my face as bland as possible. I gave him the middle finger before turning around again. He laughed like I was a joke.
“Jackass,” I mumbled under my breath.
I thought he’d leave. I nearly jumped out of my skin when he entered the shower behind me instead. Still, I ignored him as much as I could. He only allowed me to do so for a moment before he reached around me. Stilling my hand, he removed the wash cloth I forgot I was holding.
I sighed. “What are you doing?”
“You’re not allowed to wash yourself anymore. I know that you use this time to hide from me. I don’t like that, so now the pleasure of cleaning your delectable body is mine alone.”
My pussy clenched in response to his declaration. Again, I wondered what was wrong with me. Why did the crazy mess he always let come out of his mouth sound so devilishly hot? And where in hell did my anger go?
I stopped breathing when he pressed a kiss in the middle of my back. My body trembled as his lips trailed down my spine. His warm hand never lost contact with my skin. My nerves felt electrified. He eased down to his knees, lifted my foot and used the soapy rag to wash one then the other.
I stood there, breathing raggedly and falling apart. My heart beat dangerous rate. My nipples painfully hardened. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. I didn’t want him to stop, but I needed him to stop.
When I reached for him without thought or instructions, panic took me by the throat. I snatched my hand back just before I made the mistake of touching him. I liked the way he made my body feel, but I wouldn’t encourage him. I needed to be strong. I attempted to pulled away. Attempted because I didn’t put that much effort into it. It was a feeble attempt. It’d been so long since I’d had a man touch my body.
“Stay still,” he commanded gruffly and bit into the meatiest part of my ass cheek.
On weak knees I tried my best not to move as he licked a trail back up my spine, causing the butterflies in my stomach to take flight. I was on fire. I couldn’t help but squirm.
“I said stay still.”
As punishment, he reached up then pinched my hard nipple. Pain and pleasure overwhelmed my senses. Please fuck me was on the tip of my tongue. And I knew that he would. I’d be put out of my misery, but then what?
I couldn’t take it anymore. I also knew I couldn’t have sex with him either. But I’d go crazy if I didn’t get some relief. I slid my hands between my thighs and nearly came when my fingers grazed my clit. Applying pressure caused my eyes to roll to the back of my skull. My head fell forward against the tiled shower wall. Fuck, I was so close… It was like soaring towards the sun.
I rubbed my clit in a circular motion. Adam’s mouth on my skin heightened my pleasure. My frustrations ebbed away as I felt myself about to orgasm. My toes curled at the same time my back bowed. My body needed it so bad. I chased it… soaring… I was so close. Suddenly the water from the shower turned icy, ruining my impending orgasm, leaving behind a dull ache.
Startled by the sudden temperature change, my eyes flew open. I quickly backed away from the cold spray. Adam roughly spun me around to face him. Anger blazed in his eyes.
I wrapped one arm over my breasts, suddenly feeling the need to cover myself. “What now?” I asked.
He reached out, removed my arm then pulled me to him. Through gritted teeth he said, “You don’t bring yourself pleasure. Only I do that. This is mine,” he hissed while cupping my pussy. “You have no reason to touch yourself in a sexual way unless I tell you. You want to cum, you ask me, and I’ll make you cum. And don’t ever cover yourself in front of me.”
I had to ask myself if he was for real although the look on his face said he was. I scoffed at the audacity but didn’t know what else to do besides shake my head at his lunacy. Never mind the fact I was slightly turned on by it.
We’re going to kill each other in this room, I thought.
“Please move,” I snapped then shoved past him in a hurry to get out of the bathroom.
He’d officially ruined showers for me.
“Ahhh,” I yelled out in frustration when I opened the drawers wanting to cover my nudity and all that greeted me were thin pieces of fabric.
I slammed the drawer shut.
He emerged from the bathroom with annoyance in his eyes. “Why are you screaming?” he asked.
“Because, this is crazy. I’m crazy. You’re a damn nutcase! This whole scenario is crazy, and you keep managing to add more elements of crazy to it.”
“Could you stop yelling and just talk to me?” He sounded tired.
Good. So was I. Ignored him as I made my way toward the bed. I was determined to go to sleep. It was the only time I could really escape him. He grabbed me from behind before I reached the bed.
I snatched away. “Don’t touch me.”
“Why? Why wouldn’t I touch you, Eve?”
“Because I said so. Because I don’t want you to touch me. Because this game you’re playing is tiring and insane.” I ticked off each very legitimate reason on my fingers.
“There’s no game, Eve.”
“Bullcrap. Why am I here then?” I asked for the hundredth time.
“Because I want you here,” he replied calmly.
Like always, he didn’t elaborate. His answers made me grind my teeth.
“Did you even think this through before deciding to kidnap me? Did you not imagine how I would act? Nah you didn’t. How in the world can you be so smart, but so stupid?”
“Eve—” he started but I cut him off.
I didn’t want to hear any more of his sick fantasies about us living happily-ever-after.
“Why don’t you leave? You ever heard of absence making the heart grow fonder? Maybe you should try it. Don’t you have somewhere to go? It’s been almost two weeks and you haven’t left or called anyone. Don’t you have a life? I can understand me not leaving, but why do you always have to be here?”
“You want me to leave?” He looked at me like it was the most absurd suggestion ever spoken by man.
“Yes. Fuck me and let me go or leave.” I pointed towards the door.
I was fed up. Done. I stood my ground as he made his way towards me.
His hand went to my hair. Violently, he tugged at it, forcing my head back to look up at him. “Tell me, Eve,” there was an edge to his tone, menacing. I didn’t bother trying to get him off me. Besides, I was not exactly scared. My nipples tightening was evidence to that. “Do you want me to fuck you so you can pretend that’s why I brought you here or do you want me to fuck you because your body craves me? I think it’s the latter.
”
When I expected him to let me go, he leaned in and pressed kisses against the pulse on my exposed neck. Pursing my lips tightly together, I refused to answer while fighting to keep a moan from slipping my lips. I wouldn’t play his games, even though my body liked his game.
He continued to kiss and lick the sensitive spot on my neck until pleasure crawled under my skin like ants. I found myself once more fighting the urge to beg him to screw me. His hand fell from my hair and crept between us. Easily he found my nipple. He pinched it and caused me to hiss.
“Give me the right answer, Eve. End this. You want me as much as I want you.”
“No,” I managed to squeak out.
He froze and dropped his hand. My eyes, that I hadn’t even realized I’d closed, popped opened. The look in his eyes was so intense.
“I don’t like it. I hate you,” I blurted out that lie in frustration.
I shoved away from him. Left him standing in the middle of the room with a hurt and confused look on his face. I didn’t care if he stood there all night or not, as long as he left me alone. Crawling on to the bed I reached for the comforter that had managed to fall on the floor.
Adam pushed me from behind, causing me to land flat on my stomach.
“Get on your knees,” he demanded before I could lash out at him for shoving me.
“Leave me the hell alone. I’m not in the mood for your games. Just let me go to sleep,” I snapped.
Whap! His hand connected with my naked backside. It stung.
My anger was immediate. “I told you about hitting me,” I yelled and tried to get up.
I was going to teach him to keep his hands to himself. He shoved me back on to the bed again.
“Get on your fucking knees, Eve. I won’t ask again.”
Something in his voice told me I should do as he demanded. Images of him punching the door flashed in my head. I didn’t want my face to take the place of the door. Reluctantly I pushed up on to my knees with my hands flat on the bed and eyes downcast. I gritted my teeth forcing myself to stay still, waiting to see what would come next. I didn’t know what to expect and my nerves were on end with him being behind me. I assumed he was going to tease me. Bringing me to the precipice just to never push me over was his brand of punishment.
My assumption had been wrong. I screamed out in pleasure and pain when he slammed his full length into me, filling me completely. Grabbing my waist, he pushed even further, stretching my walls.
“Is this what you want, Eve? To be fucked? You’re so warm. So tight,” he moaned. “Why did you make me do this?” he questioned in a tone that was both lust-filled and angry.
He pounded into me. I yelled out when he smacked my ass. My walls tightened around his shaft. I could feel my orgasm building. I threw my ass back at him. He wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled my head back, exposing my neck. He bent and ran his tongue across my pulse. My eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“This is so good. I waited so long,” he whispered against my ear, fucking me harder as the frame of the bed slammed against the wall.
I struggled to catch my breath.
“Tell me this is what you want, Eve.”
I heard the plea in his voice, but I was too trapped in the feeling of what he was doing to me to form the words. All I could do was feel and let my body do the talking for me. I met him stroke for stroke. I tightened my walls around his dick, milked him.
“I’m cumming,” he shouted, pushing deeper into me.
He dug his nails into my waist, hissed snake like as he came inside of me. I quaked and reached my peak seconds after him. It felt so good I wondered if I should have left well-enough alone.
S E V E N T E E N
He wouldn’t say anything. He’d been sitting in the chair at the table for nearly two hours with our juices drying on his dick. I’d asked him what was wrong, even broke down and pleaded for him to tell me. How could he be mad after what we’d just done? Wasn’t that why he had me here? I didn’t understand and trying to understand had given me a headache.
E I G H T E E N
I was fucking disgusted with myself. After pulling on pants, I took a seat furthest away from her. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. I swore I wouldn’t take her until she begged me to, but I’d fucked it all up. I let my anger get the best of me. She’d kept testing my self-control. I thought we were finally getting somewhere. I could only imagine what she was thinking. My actions had confirmed her feelings that this was all about fucking her.
I chanced a look in her direction. She was sitting on the bed with her knees tucked under her chin.
“I’m sorry,” I said, although apologizing to her didn’t make me feel any less small.
She looked up from her hands with confusion written all over her face. “Sorry for what?”
Like she didn’t know?
“I’m sorry for making you do that, for taking you so roughly.”
I loved the feel of being inside of her, but the second it was over, regret washed over me like rain.
She licked her lips and shook her head. “Why be sorry? I liked it.”
I knew she was playing me again. I wanted her to want me, not put on a fake front designed to get me to let her go.
“Why does this have to be so difficult?” I asked aloud, rhetorically.
The never-ending back and forth, her pushing, me pulling. It was wreaking havoc on our relationship. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
“Look at me, Adam.” She went silent while waiting, after a few seconds when I didn’t comply, she shouted, “Look at me!”
Our eyes connected.
“Oh my God.” She shook her head then she stopped suddenly. She focused on me with pity written on her face. “This is sad, truly sad. You know, even after all that happened, I actually feel bad for you. You really did believe this would turn into some happily ever after type mess, your own little twisted fairytale. There’s something disturbing about that. But seriously, listen to me, and hear me clearly because I think this advice will be actually helpful.” She jumped out of the bed and walked heavy footed over to where I sat and stood in front of me.
“There is no me and you. There is no happily-ever-after for people like us. I’m messed up, and you’re even more messed up in the head than I am.” She bent and waited for our eyes to meet before speaking again. “I will never be with you like you want. I won’t ever love you. I don’t know what love is, and you don’t either. You could keep me in this room for a million years, and all you’ll ever get from me is sex and maybe my hate.” She nodded her head. “Yeah, I can see myself hating you. Why wouldn’t I? You kidnapped me, took away my choices, and now you aim to drive me crazy with your constant whining about us being together.”
She pulled out my heart in a few words then she pushed herself up straight using the chair handles. She stormed back to the bed, laid down and pulled the covers over her head.
It was half an hour later, and I was numb. She was sleeping comfortably like she hadn’t broken me with her little speech, as if I really didn’t matter to her.
You don’t. You know you mean nothing to her. I ignored the voice.
I was too occupied with my own thoughts to consider any of it. Emotionally and mentally conflicted, I thought for the first time that maybe I shouldn’t have brought her here. Maybe none of it was meant to be, like she’d said. Maybe none of this was real, although it felt real. In the grand scheme of things, did it matter? What could I do? Keep her locked away until I bent her to my will?
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