by Nikki Chase
Seth releases the hold on my neck and I gasp in a breath. Is he finally going to fuck me now? My pussy is drenched and ready, throbbing with desire to be filled.
I watch as he lowers himself until he’s kneeling on the floor with his head between my legs. He kisses my inner thighs, driving me wild with anticipation. I know what he’s going to do to me, and I can’t wait. I reach down and touch the top of his head, running my fingers over his hair as my arousal keeps building and building.
He puts his lips on my pussy, and I let out a deep sigh. He starts kissing my lower lips, lapping up my wetness and creating gentle pressure with his tongue.
His stubble grazes my thighs as he zeroes in on my clit, making me arch my back and throw my head back as a thousand nerve endings fire up, pumping ecstasy straight into my bloodstream.
I thrash and squirm and shudder as he eats me out like a starved man, my fingers in his hair and my thighs on his shoulders.
“You’re all slippery down here,” Seth says as he gets up, licking his lips. “Looks like you’re ready for me.”
I bite my lip in anticipation, watching him watching me. He pulls his hard cock and wraps his fist around it, stroking up and down his thick shaft.
I want to reach out my hand and feel the heat, maybe even pop it back into my mouth. But I know I have to be patient. Soon Seth is going to give me something even better.
He stands tall between my legs and rests his cock on my wet pussy, the heat and heft of his shaft making my clit pulse with need. I want it inside me. I want to reach down and put it in myself, but Seth’s domineering stare tells me he wants me to spread my legs and let him do what he wants in his own time. I just need to trust him.
Seth holds my thighs and rocks back and forth, rubbing his shaft over my pussy. My lust must be apparent on my face, all over my flushed body, and my wet pussy. I’m primed and ready to be fucked, so what is he waiting for?
“Seth, please…” My voice trails off into another frustrated moan.
“Please what? Don’t you like this?” Seth asks as he continues to rub his cock over my wet folds, teasing me and keeping me on the edge.
“I want more. Please…”
“Tell me what you want,” he says with finality.
“I want you inside me. Please, Seth. Please fuck me.” I beg him with my words and my eyes, spreading my whole body wide open for him to ravish.
All I want is for him to unleash his own lust, his own desire that darkens his blue eyes. I want him to consume me with his hunger, use me to sate his thirst.
“If I’m going to fuck you, I’m going to fuck you hard.” He presses the head right against my opening, making me almost physically ache for him. “I’m not going to be gentle.”
“I don’t want you to be gentle.”
“Fuck, you’re such a dirty little thing.” Slowly, deliberately, he pushes. Inch by inch, deeper and deeper, filling me up with his thick, hard cock. He groans, his gaze flicking between my face and my pussy as his dick disappears inside me.
I moan as he stretches me wide, demanding my body to accommodate him and give him pleasure. My muscles grip his cock, pulsing and throbbing, my arousal having grown from all the teasing and the foreplay.
Seth leans down, hovering over me. I reach my hands up to accept him into my arms, but he grabs both my wrists with his hands and push them down on the cold glass surface of the desk.
With my hands immobilized, all I can do is lie back and take it, spreading my legs and letting him take what he wants from my body.
True to his words, he’s not being gentle at all. This is not sweet love-making. This is mating, rutting; we’re like animals, giving in to our base instincts.
Seth slams into me, over and over again, pushing me up the desk with every thrust. My hair is a mess around and under my head, tangled from Seth's fingers grabbing and pulling it, even right now.
He puts one hand on top of my head so I can't slide further away from him, his other hand holding both my wrists down. He's over me, on top of me, inside me, between my legs—he surrounds me. My whole world is Seth right now, his muscular body tensing and releasing, his cock plunging deep inside me.
I get lost in the carnal sensations, my eyes squeezed shut from the sensory overload. I’m close. I can feel it. So can Seth, I realize when he stands back up and puts his finger on my clit.
My eyes snap open and I catch a glimpse of his smirk. His mouth is open, his breathing is heavy, his cock is starting to pulse inside me.
“Come for me, my angel,” he says as he rubs my clit. “Come all over my cock. Cream yourself all over my cock and show me how much you love being fucked.”
I manage a small nod before I lose control of my body. As I start to quake, Seth grabs my hips and pulls me onto his cock, impaling me, spearing into me over and over again, fucking me with reckless abandon until finally, we both explode. He grinds himself into me, making sure to pump every last drop of his come inside me, marking me as his possession.
Our sexual connection is violent, electric, sometimes even painful—but ultimately, I can’t have it any different anymore, not after knowing how good this can be. I can't be with anybody else, knowing only Seth can give me what I need.
I’ve never had sex like this, where it feels like all our body parts are just pieces of the same puzzle. Everything is where it should be.
It’s like a metaphor for my life. Finally, all the pieces are falling into place, now that I’ve found my other half.
Seth leans down and gives me a kiss, our hot, sweaty bodies still entangled with his cock still buried balls deep inside me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, his blue eyes bright with satisfaction.
My smile widens, and I raise my hand to stroke his hair. He smiles back at me, his features soft and full of love. It’s amazing how tame and sweet this man can be, after all that talk about him being a monster.
“I love you,” he says. He laughs. “Fuck, did I just say that out loud?”
“You did.” I laugh with him.
“I don’t care. I do. I love you. And I want you to stay here with me forever.”
“I know. I love you, too.”
Seth kisses me again, soft and sweet this time. I embrace him, wrapping my hands and legs around him, accepting all of him.
Epilogue
Alice
Emily and I share the latest gossip in the kitchen, like old times, with me cooking and her talking. The kitchen here in Seth's mansion is way bigger and better than all the ones we’ve ever had, though.
Emily is just telling me about her brother-in-law’s new girlfriend, who is apparently this sweet girl, who's a lot younger but seems to have a good head on her shoulders.
“Wait, I thought Caine was engaged to some other girl?” I ask.
“He was, but that wasn't a real relationship. They just did it for show. Apparently, it was good for business,” Emily says as she waves her hand dismissively. She's sitting on a bar chair, her big, pregnant belly bulging between her and the kitchen island.
“Your in-laws are crazy.”
“Hello? You're one to talk, Miss I-need-bodyguards-wherever-I-go. You are not as normal as you think you are.” She leans in and lowers her voice. “Don't tell anyone, but I don't think Caine and his ex-fiancée even had sex.”
“What, like, ever? No sex ever?”
Emily nods, raising her eyebrows.
“Are you serious?” I ask.
“Yeah, they just used to go on these weirdly tense and awkward dinners every few months. Cole got dragged to one and it was painful, he said. No physical contact at all. Not even hand holding. It was like a business dinner, which I guess it kind of was. His ex was the ambitious type. Wanted to spread her daddy’s empire.”
“But, engaged to a man like Caine, and no sex?” I ask in a low, secretive tone, looking over my shoulder as I throw a bunch of vegetables into the pot of stew.
“I know, right? Damn, if I was engaged to that fine
man, I’d be all over him in a heartbeat.” She pauses. “Wait, is it weird that I’m talking about my brother-in-law like this?”
“Yeah, a little bit, but I don't blame you. He's hot, and you're not blind.” I laugh. God, it's so good to finally see my sister again. I'm just glad the airline let her board the plane with that big bump on her belly. I ask, “Besides, pregnancy hormones?”
Emily rolls her eyes. “Ugh, you don't know the half of it. My libido just went through the roof as soon as the second trimester hit. I mean, Cole seems happy about it, but it's so exhausting. I feel bad for teenage boys if this is how they feel all the time.”
I giggle as I sprinkle the chopped fresh herbs over the salad and push it across the kitchen island to Emily. She has never been much use in the kitchen, and today's no different. “You have two hands. There's a pair of salad hands. Start mixing.”
“Hey ladies, I bet you're talking about us,” Cole says as he enters the kitchen, Seth a few steps behind him. Cole saunters casually over to Emily’s side. Putting his arms over her shoulders, he bends down to kiss Emily’s bump, then he kisses her on the lips.
They're the cutest couple ever. I admit I didn't like Cole at first, but I’m glad I turned out to be wrong about the guy. He obviously makes Emily happy, judging by the twinkle in her eyes when he appeared and the big, goofy smile on her face right now.
“Yeah, we were just talking about that weird thing you do, and we were totally laughing at you,” Emily says.
“Which weird thing? The one involving your butt?” Cole asks, making Emily explode in laughter.
“Whoa, I don't need to know what kind of freaky things you guys are into, okay?” I laugh as Seth comes over and gives me a quick peck on the cheek. Damn it, this man is a monster in bed, but he's cold as ice in front of people.
It's okay, though. It's not like either one of us do this often—have people over, I mean.
In fact, it has taken months just to arrange this visit. We had to convince Seth it would be perfectly safe. There's really no need to worry about exposing them to danger.
Cole's family used to have all kinds of illegal business dealings, so he's just as used to living in paranoia as Seth is. In fact, while Emily and I stayed in the kitchen, Seth was showing Cole all the custom security features he had installed. Nerds.
“Alright, guys, dinner’s ready,” I say as I ladle the beef stew into four separate bowls.
The food is good, the company is excellent, and the laughter is abundant. This is what I love about cooking. Feeding my loved ones simply makes me happy.
“Are you happy?” Seth asks as he takes my hand in his, reaching across the small iron table.
The wind flirts with my hair. We're sitting on my favorite balcony. Emily and Cole have gone to bed, and it’s just us now, in the spot where we had our first kiss—which was actually a ploy so Seth could proceed to put a tracker around my ankle, which then led to a fight.
I still like to read here, and now Seth joins me sometimes, bringing me a cup of hot chamomile tea on chilly nights. He’d also bring his own cup of black coffee—no sugar, no frills.
Unlike his black coffee, the chamomile tea comes with a few enhancements. After some experimentation, he has found the recipe that gets a ten out of ten from me. He seems to have added some apple, honey, and a little bit of vanilla to it, but he absolutely refuses to tell me how to make it.
He says he’ll make a cup himself when I need one so it remains a special thing he does for me. Who knew a guy like Seth could turn out to be so sweet?
“Of course I’m happy. I’ve never been happier in my life, Seth.” I give him a smile. I stare into in eyes, letting myself get lost in their depths.
I’ve never felt so loved in my whole life. And to think I once ran away from this man, afraid he was going to hurt me. I see now that he was only doing what he could to keep me safe, to protect me.
I was angry once, even when I realized what he was trying to do. I thought he could’ve done it in a nicer way. But, to tell you the truth, I don’t think so anymore.
Looking back, I know that, even if Seth had told me some human traffickers were specifically targeting me, I wouldn’t have just agreed to go home with him. I would’ve told him to fuck off and show me some proof. Then, I’d go to the cops instead, even though they wouldn’t have done anything to protect me. And I would’ve died.
Seth was the only one who could help me. Sure, he was also the one who got me involved. But he was a victim, too. He had to give up so much for his mission—his work, his social life, a lot of his money.
Nobody can just isolate himself altogether from the world; not even someone like Seth, even if he’s naturally a loner. He was looking for some kind of connection, and I’m glad he found it in me.
Seth thrives on control, so I like to think that he wants me so much he couldn’t help himself. I don’t think he’ll ever change—especially in the bedroom—and I don’t want him to. He’s perfect; maybe not for everyone, but he is for me.
For the longest time, even after moving back in here, I wondered why I now love his obsession with control, the same kind of control that I used to hate. I see now that Seth doesn’t want to force me or manipulate me to be under his control. He wants me to willingly give it up.
That’s the difference.
I voluntarily give myself to Seth now.
Unlike when he first locked me up, I can live like an adult and make my own decisions. I won’t remove myself from Seth’s protection now, and I know now what kind of precautions to take.
It's such a freeing feeling, loving someone and knowing I’m being loved in return. I can give him everything I’ve got, knowing he’ll never take advantage of my trust.
What I had with Fred was about control and possession. With Seth, even though technically I can't just casually take a stroll outside anymore, I feel like I have more freedom than I’ve ever had.
If all I want to do is stay here by Seth's side, then why does it matter that I can't do the other things I don't care to do anyway? I literally can do all the things I want to do, indulging in my passion for cooking and my lust for the man who shares my passion. Maybe I’ll even open a restaurant someday, but for now I’m happy to take a little break from all that hustling.
“Me, too. I’ve never been happier,” Seth says. The moonlight illuminates his handsome face, his pupils dilated in the dark. He pulls my hand up to his lips and kisses it. “Alice, I have an important question to ask you, if you're really happy here with me. You make me really happy, too. You give me the strength to fight the demons inside me.”
He reaches inside the pocket of his sports jacket and pulls out a small velvet box. The size of a normal ring box. And the shape of a normal ring box.
Oh my god, it is a ring box, isn’t it?
I raise my hands up to cover my mouth, which is gaping open in shock. Seth gets off his chair and gets on his knees on the marble floor in front of me.
“Alice, I want to keep you here with me forever. But only if you’re happy here, and only if you’re staying for love. You just told me that you’re happy, and I hope it’s at least partially because of me.” He smiles and opens the little box, revealing a beautiful ring with a princess-cut diamond that reflects the moonlight. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes! Of course!” I bend down and embrace him, tears welling in my eyes and streaming down my face. “You make me so happy.”
“Since you moved in, every day has been like a dream,” he says. “Give me your hand and let’s make this official so you can’t ever run away again.”
I laugh and sit back down, my heart thumping in my chest. We’re getting engaged! I can’t believe it. Just a few months ago, I thought I was going to die alone. And now, all my dreams are coming true.
Seth takes my hand, which is shaking from excitement. He puts the ring on my finger, and it slides right in. A perfect fit. Just like the two of us.
We remain still in silence for what feels like
forever, just grinning and gazing at each other, excitement and happiness filling the air. In the background, the fountain plays its watery symphony, harmonizing with the rustling leaves.
Seth gets up, still holding my hand in his. With that smirk that could melt glaciers, he asks, “Care for a dance with your new fiancé?”
“Of course.”
I put my hand on Seth’s broad shoulder, and we move to a secret rhythm, one that only the two of us can hear.
“I wanted to make sure you can see your sister before asking. I know that’s important for you,” he says.
“I love you so much for that.” My eyes fill with water again.
He has thought of everything, and I feel so lucky to have someone in my life who cares about my needs and wants so completely. He doesn’t even know Emily, but he was determined to make the visit happen—either we were going to Seattle, or they were coming here, but it was happening. All because he knows it’s important to me.
I know, in this moment, that I’ll never be alone again. No matter what I’ll go through, I know Seth will be by my side, looking out for me.
“I’m going to treat you like a queen,” he says in my ear as we continue to move to an inaudible melody.
“I know you will.” I believe him now. Completely. I trust him with my life—how can I not, after he has literally taken two bullets for me? I know this man loves me and treasures me.
“And I’m going to fuck you like a whore, even when we’re old and wrinkled.”
I laugh, not expecting him to say something that dirty when the mood is this mellow. “God, I love you.”
“I know. You literally just agreed to marry me,” he says smugly.
“That doesn’t necessarily mean that I love you.”
“True. But I know you do.” He kisses my temple gently.
A big smile spreads across my face.
We’ve gone through so many difficult things, but we’ve somehow turned all that ugliness around and we now end up with the most beautiful thing in the world.
Everything considered, I wouldn’t have changed anything for the world, because this is perfect.