Page 34 of Enslaved

Her pussy gripped my cock tight; my hands covered hers as I pinned her against the wall, gasping for breath against her hair as my balls slapped against her wet skin every time my dick felt heaven.

I pulled back, gripped her hips with my hands, until she bent. I grunted, slapping her ass hard, then nudged my cock back in while my fingers worked over her plump clit.

“Take every inch. I know it hurts.”

“It hurts so good,” she moaned, convulsing.

I grunted a response, hips jerking in and out until I pulled out, turning her around so I could come all over her tits.

I smacked them too, grunting in satisfaction at my seed splattered over her breasts. I turned the shower off, taking my still hard dick in hand and spread my seed over her chest.

“Suck,” I commanded, lifting my cum covered tip to her mouth.

She parted her lips, showing me the small gap between her front teeth. My little dove is sexy as fuck, and she doesn’t even know it.

What a night.

My head pounded as I slowly opened my eyes. A large olive-skinned arm held me tight. Itslarge palm covering my right breast possessively.

The fire that burned between my thighs now a different sort than the one that compelled me to become the devil’s lover. I’ve never done any sort of drug before. I remembered everything, and it shamed me how helpless I felt. The Ecstasy made my clit swell, my pussy ache and throb like never before, and I only wanted him to relieve me.

Christos demanded things from me I swore I’d never give. But the drugs…made me helpless to deny him. I wanted it too, despite the drug slipped into my drink.

How could I have been so stupid?

I was distracted by him and his date to the point I never noticed anyone slipping powder into my cup.

Christos gave me a night I’d never forget, but now it’s time to go. I can never face him or the crew. I need to get back to the yacht, collect my things and disappear.

I’m utterly mortified at the things I let him do to me, the things I wanted…thought about while I touched myself while lying on my creaky metal bunk.

He was truly a dark, demanding, depraved lover; the best I’d ever had or probably will ever have.

But I don’t want a repeat of the things he had done. Sober, with a clear head—I’m not sure I could bear the things he’d do. Like slapping me hard down there and on my breasts. It burned so good while I was on Ecstasy, but I’m not sure it would feel as good without it. And being on drugs is an experience I never want to repeat.

I cringed, remembering what a dirty slut I was, begging him to take me, feeling aroused even by the doctor’s hands between my thighs. But I didn’t want the doctor—I wantedEl Diablo.

And I got every hard inch of his monstrous cock. I’m sure my uterus is bruised from the battering the head of his cock gave it. The lips of my vagina are swollen and painful, from his smacks and hips pressing down on it.

I bit my lip stifling a groan, the pain at my entrance like nothing I’ve ever felt, not even when I lost my virginity.

I slowly eased my way out of his embrace, his nickname for me fell huskily from his lips. He’ll never going to let me go. I knew that instinctively down to the marrow of my bones.

My fingers slowly eased the nightstand drawer open; I remembered he opened it frequently last night plucking vibrators, restraints and a paddle from it.

He used them all on me, and I had wanted it. My fingers crept inside, finding the pair of handcuffs I had noticed. I slipped them behind my back with one hand while gingerly picking up one of his. His eyes slowly opened, his sensual mouth curving as his dark eyes told me he remembered every moment of carnal pleasure we shared.

“Good morning,agape mou.” I lifted his hand to my lips, feigning to be enslaved by my dark lover. But at the last second, I moved lightning fast, ensnaring his wrist as I fastened the other cuff to the heavy wooden bedpost.

His eyes widened in anger, and he roared, body springing off the bed to tower over me, but I backed away from the angry animal I had trapped.

His roaring would surely alert his staff; frantically I looked for anything to stop him. My eyes gleamed with wicked payback as I saw my panties wadded up on the floor.

I picked them up, rolled them into a ball, the smell of last night’s arousal still clinging to the silk. I lunged forward, the weight of my body throwing us back on the bed. I grabbed the leather strap he used to bind my wrists, which was laying amongst the twisted sheets. My frantic fingers tied a slip knot before anchoring his other hand to the headboard and then for extra caution—I found some nylon rope in his goody drawer, fastening the handcuffs and the leather-bound hand together. Andre taught me every nautical knot in the few short weeks I spent on Oasis. Who knew I’d have to use my knowledge to tie up the devil himself.

“Jessie.” My name fell from gritted teeth, his tone low and deadly. “Untie me now, or I’ll fuck you until you bleed from every hole.”

My answer was to stuff my wadded panties in his mouth. But they were too thin to stop him from talking.

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