Deviant Fixation

by Valencia Carmelita

  Here I was in a very precarious sinful position, with only our clothes serving as barriers. And all my mind kept pushing away unsuccessfully, the thoughts of how manly he is.

  Everything about him permeates masculinity, dominance and virility.

  No! Stop thinking of his manliness!! Stop it !!! This is a sin !!!

  As if either reading my thoughts or sensing my body as an ironing board, he lifts my chin up by his index finger in order for me to look him in the eyes. We were terribly close, our faces less than an inch away and our breaths were mingling. I felt self conscious over mine, since his smelled of mint even though he'd awoken not too long ago besides me.

  I refuse meeting his incisive gaze head on as his voice spills out huskily."You feel so dainty against me, soft and slender curves..so womanly..so easily breakable enough to need my protection all the time..and you've no idea what that does to me..in my mind it turns on all the right buttons I never knew existed.."

  I was no less confounded at these words like his previous ones moments ago. A blush creeps up over my face and I begin to feel uncomfortably warm under my modest ensemble of clothes.

  My body was reacting to his words in a shameless way rapidly. The aphrodisiacs had apparently not worn off entirely. But why was he so highly aware of my femininity right now as I was of his masculinity? Surely he couldn't be under the influence of aphrodisiacs.

  Managing to suppress an inner desire of more physical contact, I finally find my voice and it slips out croaky to my embarrassment. "P-Please stop! This is in-inappropriate!"

  "In a couple of hours from now..that won't be an issue.." He lets out a soft chuckle, eyes glimmer with a streak of self assuredness.

  Again, I can't help but feel tingly all over, specifically between my legs. His commanding confidence was really getting to me. I weakly bring up my hands and shove at his immovable hard chest. "Please let me go!"

  "And let another swine get ahold of what's mine!? Fūck no!" He snarls abruptly as his hold tightens over me enough to still my weak movements. I meet a very impassioned darkening blue gaze, and my body begins to tremble out of fear besides my sexual arousal.

  "P-Please.." My voice cracks, barely above a whisper. I needed to be freed at once from his death grip. "H-Have mercy.."

  Slowly his gaze sweeps over me lewdly from head to toe before pausing at my chest area. When he looks me in the eyes, I catch a ravenous gleam. His lips tug into a sadistic smirk as his voice seeps out like cool velvet. "You're lovely nipples are hard, straining against the shackles of your blouse..when I haven't even adored them yet.."

  My eyes widen in alarm as I peer down. My breasts were heaving against the fabric and the outlines of their hardened tips were visible. I was wearing no bra underneath. I feel my face flush multiply as my gaze locks with his smug one.

  "You're in heat, princess.." His voice levels down to a raspy octave. "And since you asked like a good little girl..I'll certainly show you mercy.."

  Before I know it, he grabs ahold of both of my thin wrists in one of his large hands, shoving my arms over my head. His heavy block of a thigh clamps over both of my legs as he settles half of his weight over my body.

  I felt like I was under the weight of a boulder of rocks and my body is relishing it while my mind fights it. My body is yearning to know what it would feel like being fully pressed down by his entire weight, whether it would feel as if being pressed down by a mountain instead of boulders. The ache between my legs increases from these shameless thoughts.

  But my mind manages to fight against these desires as my lips quiver a rejection. "Th-This is not what I asked for! I deserve to be free! Let me go!!"

  "You know, kitten..it's cute.." He vainly replies in between feathery kisses over my reddening face. "..that you think you have other options..it's adorable you think you have a choice..when you don't..even your body agrees with me on this.."

  "No!!" I snap viciously while making an attempt at struggling out of his death grip.

  But my breath knocks out of me when I feel him grind his hard arousal against me. My eyes flicker down, I notice he's only wearing his boxer-briefs and the thin fabric of them does little to hide the large outline of his male anatomy.

  "Let me give you relief.." The husky low tone of his voice transitions into urgency as his heated gaze locks with mine. "Let me make you feel good..let daddy take care of all your needs, baby girl."

  With that he concludes by aiming his hard erection against the arousal between my legs. He pressed down his hips and grinds himself on me. I let out a strangled cry of pleasure, my eyes close and roll back while my body shudders.

  He says between grits his teeth, his eyes squeeze shut above me in his own pleasure while he continues grinding on me. "You need my protection..you're so vulnerable..so naive.."

  His eyes open, filled with lust, rage and something else I couldn't identify, something that made my spirit crumble a bit inside. I felt like I could suffocate from the way he was leering down at me like a predator, like I was the only thing that ever mattered to him.

  "If you only knew.." He growls as his grinding increases violently and my body strains under him while I drift in and out of pain and pleasure. "If you only knew..what you do to me..you'd attempt to run away and I'd always find you.."

  Before I know it, his mouth latches on to one of my fabric covered nipples and I continue crying out my pleasure. The moist contact of his tongue over my sensitive breast sends a jolt of electricity through out me, increasing the ever growing sticky wetness between my legs.

  Sharply, his tongue stabs at my hardened nipple before grazing it with his teeth. As he bites down on it, the pain shooting through out my body mixes with the agony of pleasure he was inflicting on my nether regions. I couldn't take this anymore, needing release yet not finding the release from this overbearing euphoric torture. All rationality of why this was wrong had evaporated by now.

  The ache between my legs grew enough to feel as if it would burst. Needing to be filled yet I've never even prodded myself down there in all my life. My hips lifting on their own accord for him to grind against. At such a gesture, he frees my breast from his mouth and fixes his intense eyes down at me.

  "That's it..yes..such a good girl.." He glowers while crooning in an animalistic approval. "You need me to fill you up deep huh..would you be able to take it..would your cute little body endure what I'd put you through.."

  I can only but whimper and continue crying out. My eyes were now squeezed shut in the scathingly delightful sensations overpowering me along with his dirty talk.

  "I will brutalize your princess parts.." He whispers hot against my lips. "Make you cum over and over again till you can't cum anymore.."

  A sudden unexpected loud knock ensues against the door, interrupting the mindless sexual escapade. Both of our breathing freezes as another booming rap rattles the door and an unfamiliar male voice intrudes through. "Open up, you love birds!"

  I hear a low growl of ire commencing within Vladimir's throat, noticing him closing his eyes shut and inclining his head in an angle. In complete embarrassment I try to struggle anew from under his slackening grip.

  Abruptly the door swivels open and just as that, Vladimir reaches over to his left side. Before I could register what happens next, Vladimir grabs ahold of a flower vase and flings it across the room.

  I let out a gasp as the vase goes flying towards a man in business suit standing at the doorway. But he ducks in time and the vase collides against the floor, disintegrating into shards.

  The man straightens his posture, raises his brows and chuckles. "Niiice aim! Luckily for me, those assassin reflexes sure come in handy."

  "What the fuck do you want, Yigor?" Vladimir growls anew without facing the man.

  "Ouch..well good morning to you too, cousin!" The man named Yigor pouts, feigning disappointment. Then his voice transitions to serious business. "In case you forgot about about the meeting scheduled with uncle this morning, he is here. Aaand he'
s pissed off that you're not awaiting him punctually as you were supposed to."

  Vladimir mutters something in Russian under his breath, before lifting his body away from mine. He orders irritably over his shoulder. "Send Galina over. I'll be down in a few...now get the fūck out of my sight Yigor, if you so much as open the door without my permission again, I will fūck up your reflex joints."

  "Noted, sir!" Yigor fakes a military recruit stance as he offers Vladimir a salute. Then he motions with his hand in the corridor to someone who wasn't in our sight. "Galina is already here, go inside Galina!"

  A nervous looking young Russian maid enters the room, carrying a platter of food while Yigor departs. Without a word or glance at me, Vladimir gets to his feet as if nothing occurred between us. Yet, here I was rocking in the after shocks of what I was going through no less than three minutes ago.

  With his broad back towards me, he saunters to the bathroom. Halting at the bathroom's entrance, he says curtly over his shoulder. "Galina, see to it that Miss Kashani receives a proper breakfast in bed before preparing her for the day's events."

  "Yes, Mister Nielsen." Squeaks Galina, already removing lids upon the breakfast platter.

  As she bends down to place the tray in my lap, her green eyes widen when they settle on my chest. I look down to find the damp fabric of my blouse clinging around my nipples from Vladimir's attention. Completely embarrassed and ashamed, my face flushes while I adjust the front of my hijab to settle over this reminder.

  "Where am I ?" I question warily as she accesses a wardrobe and pulls out an expensive pink maxi dress along with a matching hijab.

  She lays the dress and hijab on the edge of the bed, then nimbly answers. "You're in one of Mister Nielsens secret Oceanside villas..and you've been passing in and out of consciousness for the past day since you've been rescued..please eat.."

  "Who-Who rescued me?" My voice barely above a whisper as my eyes gloss over with tears in reminder of Doucette and and the slave auction.

  "Mister Nielsen." She answers quietly.

  "Oh.." I manage to say, a lump forming in my throat making it difficult for me to not weep again. After the shameless deed that just occurred between him and me, I wasn't sure if I should be grateful, furious or a mixture of both.

  "Please eat or he will be very angry with me!" Galina entreats with her hands clasped in a pleading manner.

  I stare down at the delicious breakfast cuisine, it all appears to be vegan diet for the exception of scrambled eggs. Instantly I find my myself forking a chocolate chip banana pancake and gobbling it down.

  I was indeed very hungry and my stomach uncoiled in relief as it received the morsels of food. It took me five minutes to nearly finish eating everything.

  "I'll help you bathe and get into this dress here." Galina begins.

  Immediately my eyes widen as a thought dawns on me. "Who dressed and bathed me in the first place ?!"

  "I did with the help of Matilda, another maid." Galina assures.

  I let out a sigh of relief and chug the water down my throat from the cup before doing the same with the cup of juice. Then proceed to ask."Why am I here? Where is Rachael, Katie, and Bev?!"

  "I don't know why you're here.." She shakes her head in earnest decline. "And I don't know who's Rachael, Katie or Bev...I'm just a new maid working for Mister Dimitri Molotov..he had me assist Mister Nielsen here."

  "Why do I need to be dressed in those clothes ?" I point at the pink maxi dress.

  "Sorry, I don't know. I'm just here doing my job to the best of my ability." She states while nervously glancing towards the bathroom door. "Please hurry, I must get you prepared..since mister Nielsen is showering in this bathroom, I can prepare your bath in one of the guest rooms."

  "I'm not going anywhere! I need answers!" I stammer vexatiously. "I need to know why the heck am I here!? That dastard needs some explaining to do!!"

  Galina gasps in dismay. "Please don't call him that, from what I hear..he has rescued you in the most heroic way possible!"

  "That doesn't mean he's permitted to hold me prisoner!!" My hands clench into angry fists at the bed sheets.

  The bathroom door opens and his calm velvety voice intrudes from inside. "Get dressed Miss Kashani."

  "Or what?!" I snap at him.

  "Or I'll bathe and dress you myself.." Ensues the confident answer.

  My eyes distend when he appears out, with only a towel secured around his hips. His damp blonde hair looked brunette from the moisture. The abs of his body glistened by water droplets from the recent shower. His broad shoulders gleam from the sunlight pouring in through the window.

  I can't help but notice the overall impressive muscular definition of his towering ivory figure. He reminded me of the Vikings from the Northern European classic tales I'd read in my childhood.

  "Like what you see?" He questions, lips quirking in a wicked smirk.

  I quickly regain my composure, arms crossing over my chest as I give a huff of irritation. He only but offers me a teasing wink before he saunters towards the wardrobe as he continues. "Be a good girl now..otherwise I shall dress you myself..and frankly.." He pauses, looking me over his shoulder with lustful eyes as blue as the sunlit sky. "I'll be enjoying every moment of it.."

  My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm.

  The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was badáss of a guy, however to me it was bad news of a guy.

  Some twenty minutes later, I stood in front of the mirror, completely garbed modestly in my new attire. He was no longer in the room, and I ask Galina. "Who else abides in this villa ?"

  "Well today Mister Dimitri Molotov including his sons will be staying over for the wedding celebrations later.." Galina answers as she smooths down the creases on my sleeves. "But tomorrow, we will leave and it will only be you and Mister Nielsen here."

  "Is Serge and Grigori here ?!" I blurt my question as my mind perks up in relief.

  "Yes."

  "Who's wedding ?" I ask promptly.

  Galina pauses and looks me in the eyes with concern. "Yours and Mister Nielsens."

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  "I'm not marrying you!!" I scream on the top of my lungs at the calm and collected blonde. He sips a glass of brandy while reclining on an armchair in his business suit, one leg crossed over the other, eyes skimming his smartphone screen.

  My contained words of refusal weren't getting through his thick skull, so here I was screaming it. My glare accusingly flits over at the other three men garbed in equally expensive business attire.

  While Grigori nonchalantly plays a billiards game with Yigor, Serge and Huxley sport guilty countenances. Their eyes remain downcast and their glasses of brandy remain untouched on the coffee table. Mister Dimitri Molotov wasn't present to witness my apprehensive tantrum.

  "How could you three do this to me?!" I demand, exasperatedly clutching at the sides of my dress. "He's a psycho dastard! But I thought you three knew better than this! That unlike him, you three are human! But I was wrong?!"

  The demon calmly sets the glass of brandy on the table before him while pocketing his phone. He levels his sharp gaze with mine and proceeds in a crisp icy tone. "Since you will be my wife, after marriage I shall not tolerate any form of disrespect from you towards me in the presence of others..or you'd face the consequences..sweetheart.."

  The next words of insults die down on my lips as I'm struck with fear from the darkening change in his demeanor.