Page 49 of Enslaved

“I can’t see. I’m scared, Christos. What if I’m going blind? What have you done?” I screamed.

“Easy, there. Relax, my pet. It will take time for your pupils to adjust to light again, but I assure you, that you’re not losing your eye sight.”

“When? When will it return?”

“That depends. Are you going to be a good girl, or do you need more time in the hold?”

My body tensed. I wanted to fight—tell him he can go to hell and rot. But I need to remember my plan…to pretend to give in, let him think he’s won so that I can plan my escape.

My hands clenched beneath the bubbles, nails digging into my palm as I answered, “Anything. I’ll do anything but go back in there.”

“That’s it my sweet. Open your mouth.” The sound of a zipper lowering was amplified by my lack of sight.

The smell of his raw masculinity filled my nostrils. The hairs from his groin tickled my nose. I kept my hands beneath the water as my mouth snapped open. He wasted no time jamming the thick head of his cock between my lips, my protests muffled by his monster dick shoving in deep until it hit the back of my throat.

“You can do better, pet. Take it all, take me deep. That’s it…be a good girl,” he groaned, his touch gentle at the back of my head despite the cruel way his hips fucked my mouth. I did as he wanted. Stroked the head of his meaty cock with my tongue, paying special attention to the sensitive undertip, sucking and licking as he did to my clit all those days ago.

Water sloshed over the side of the tub as he demanded I take it all. I gagged; choked on him and yet…there it was. The truth. Heat uncurled from the center of my belly traveling south, my nipples beaded, the tips floating just beneath the surface of the water, aching for him to pay attention to the rosy buds.

I wanted this.

Just not like this.

I’d give anything to have my demanding ass of a lover from Capri back, instead of this heartless master.

“Ch-h-r-istossss?”

I tried to talk to him about my feelings while my mouth was full of cock.

“Shut up. Make me come,” he replied removing one hand from behind my head to smack me across the chest. The scab over my nipple cracked open. He became harder in my mouth, if that was even possible. He rutted into me, fucking my hole just as he said he would. Mouth, check. He’s already been in my pussy, pseudo-check. I shuddered wondering when he would claim my last entrance while secretly intrigued as to what it would feel like.

One finger traced the trickle of blood around my breast before pinching my nipple at the same time his dick in my mouth hardened and shook. He was coming. His eruption happened in fast, hot spurts of cum hitting my tonsils.

I tried to break away. I couldn’t breathe. My mouth was filled with him, his pelvic bones smashed hard against my face as he grabbed the back of my head, coaxing the last drops of his orgasm from him.

Finally, just as I was about to pass out, he released me. My chest heaved, lungs clawing for air. He didn’t care. He was beautiful. A beautiful monster.

But beautiful things cause pain.

So much pain.

“Christos?” I finally pleaded when I could form words. “Please. It doesn’t have to be like this. I want you back. The man you were that night in Capri. It was good between us. Not like this. I-I wanted you back then. Needed it to be you—to put out the fire from the drugs…even though the two of us together are an inferno without them,” I pointed between the two of us.

His dark eyes assessed me. The hard planes of his face showing no emotion. He stuck his hands in his pockets, crossed his legs and leaned back against the counter and studied me.

“Maybe. Maybe it could have been like that. If you hadn’t run out. If you had just stayed, letting us spend the morning the same way we spent the night.”

“I-I’m sorry. I was scared. You were too much. I’ve never had a lover like you. It was overwhelming. I needed space to process everything we did…everything we shared.”

The water in the tub turned lukewarm, I finally raised my hands, noticing the skin resembled raisins. He stroked the tip of his chin, he was relaxed, cool; untouchable. “This is the most honest you’ve been with me,glykiá mou. Your honesty shall be rewarded.”

“Then you want it too? To get back what we shared?” I felt a glimmer of hope flicker. Maybe, he’ll let his guard down. Sure, I’d have to sleep with him, pretend to fall under the spell of his filthy seduction. His crazy obsession with me is something I need to use to my advantage if I’m to escape.

“I want you. Period.” He answered, the wicked gleam in his onyx eyes matching the shine of his cufflinks.

“Then take me to bed,” I whispered, trying to seduce, the ultimate seducer.

My demand backfired, instead of him sweeping me up in his embrace, he straightened, “You need to listen. I’m in control, not you. I decide if we fuck.”

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