Page 30 of Enslaved

She was going to hate it but crave it even more.

I can’t feel emotions but I sure as hell can feel every spark shooting from her skin to mine.

The doctor finished, and I held her hand in mine as I stroked the hair that clung to the sweat on her face. “Sweeting? Are you on birth control?”

“Yes…,” she clutched my shoulders trying to bring me down on her.

“I felt it. She has the ring inserted. Whatever you do—don’t pull the string,” Beckett informed me, snapping his kit shut. “I’ll have the results in twenty-four hours. Wrap it up ‘till then. Call me when you're done with her, I wouldn’t mind a turn.”

“Get the fuck out, Beckett.” I faced him with murder in my eyes.

“Relax, Christos. I didn’t know she was different. You had no problems sharing Fiona.”

“She is different.No one touches her, but me.”

“Understood.”

“You better.”

I stared him down until the door clicked shut behind him leaving me with the golden girl who finally admits she needs me, even if it’s out of her control.

I unbuttoned my shirt while she watched me with hungry eyes, sliding her hands up and down her heated skin.

Unbuckling my belt, my slacks dropped to the floor. My naked cock sprang free, greeting her with the salty tang of my pre-cum leaking from the thick tip.

She licked her lips, scooting her hips higher on the bed. “You want this?” I asked stroking my meaty cock from root to tip.

“Yes,” she moaned, tears springing from her eyes.

“Only tonight. Only for tonight will I give you everything you need. The next night we spend together—you will serve me.”

I climbed over her; my hands gripped the headboard so hard they turned white as I took in every inch of her naked, sweaty body undulating beneath me.

Her small breasts had the sweetest rosebud tips, hardened to diamond points, and begging to be sucked. Her skin was gold until her tan lines. My tongue was the first thing to touch her as I traced the white strap lines from her shoulders to her breasts, circling each one before taking her berry tipped nipples into my mouth one at a time. Her hands clutched the back of my head, digging hard, needing me to suck harder. I bit her breasts knowing the sensation of pain is what she needs to take the edge off the hot blood running in her veins.

“Ah,” she cried, as my fingers pinched her clit before I pulled my hand back, slapping her hard across her wet slit. The Ecstasy made every sensation magnified…one hand slid between her soft golden curls, where her desire clung like dew. My index finger slowly stroked up and down her slit. She was hot creamy lava—burning and soaked.

It didn’t take much to make her come the first time. It only took the touch of my finger pressing on her clit.

“More,” she screamed and cried, “Christos…it hurts more now. It’s not enough.”

I kissed her collarbone, supported my weight on each elbow, looking down at my little dove.

“You need this,” I nudged my cock against her damp curls. I looked down, quivering at the sight of my dick finally meeting her soaked folds.The sight of the gorgeous curls tickling my cock as he introduced himself had me leaking as much as she was.

“My mind still wants to fight you…but my body wants more. It could be anyone, anyone’s touch my body craves right now.”

Anger coursed through me strong and hot. I gave her an orgasm, and she got back a piece of her mind that the drugs were stealing. The sudden blinding anger made me rock on my heels and slam my cock into her hard.

“You little liar,” I roared, fucking her so hard she cried out in pain and pleasure.

“Tell me! Tell me you only want my cock in that greedy, tight pussy of yours.”

She closed her eyes shaking her head as tears trickled from her closed lids. “I-I can’t handle a man like you.”

“You just did.” I pulled out smacked her mound hard and rammed my cock back in. Balls deep, I grabbed her wrists with one hand, cupped her chin with the other, tracing my tongue over her clamped lips.

I never kiss my partners, but I might make a one-time exception.

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