Page 45 of The Enslaved Duet
He pumped wetly into my snug cunt, groaning at the feeling of my still clenching walls, and then he pulled out suddenly, letting our combined juices slide down my leg. I could see his face, ruddy with satisfaction and primal with male pride as he watched us sluice down my leg, and it made a mini orgasm quake through in the wake of them all.
“Mine,” he growled, his civilized veneer crushed beneath the overwhelming power of the hungry, dominant beast at his core. “Fuckingmine.”
It was strange to wake up in a bed. In fact, my back ached from the softness of the mattress, and I’d thrown off most of the covers in the night because I couldn’t sleep with the heat of them compressing me. I didn’t expect Alexander to be in bed beside me because he always left immediately after using me. Still, I couldn’t help myself from seeking the scent of him on the pillow next to me, his forested fragrance woven into the silk fabric. It heated my blood instantly and ignited an itch between my thighs I knew nothing but his fingers or cock could gratify.
My entire body felt loose and warm with gratification after being thoroughly worked over hours earlier, but my brain felt sore and swollen between my ears as if I had an infection I didn’t know how to treat. I’d loved the pleasure given to me and the erotic sight of such a strong man with his mouth on my most intimate place, bringing me to orgasm not because I needed it but simply because he wanted to. His controlling nature shouldn’t have been so intoxicating, but I knew myself well enough to admit that I was in his thrall.
It was hard to fight against something I didn’t understand and had no prior experience with. Desire was foreign to pre-sale Cosima. I’d never had a crush or felt attraction like a branding iron to my breasts and thighs, marking me with the scarlet letter of my unholy impulses.
I knew it now, all too well, and I had absolutely no defences to it.
Alexander was winning a game I didn’t know the rules enough to play myself. It felt horribly unjust, and I found myself growing angrier and angrier as I washed myself in the shower and readied myself for the day.
Seeing the outfit laid out on my bed when I emerged from the bathroom only threw alcohol on the flames of my rage.
I was his doll to dress just as I was his flesh to use and his mouse to hunt.
I added this transgression to my list of hatred against him even as I rubbed the luxe fabric of the floral patterned wrap dress between my fingers.
It fit beautifully, just as the ludicrously expensive La Pearla lingerie in a shimmering gold fit too and magnified my curves. I knew he liked me in gold, not because it looked well on me, but because it cheapened me. It was a physical representation of the wealth he’d used to buy me like prized horse flesh.
For a moment, I considered ditching the outfit and walking around stark naked, but the idea of all those cameras and all those eyes on me was ultimately too much, even for someone as relatively immodest as I am.
There was no note on the bedside table and no instructions to follow, so with only a moment’s hesitation, I tried to open the door to my chambers.
It was unlocked.
The sound of the mechanism moving into place heralded in my ears like a trumpet call. There were so few freedoms in this new life, each felt pathetically magnificent.
The waving hills outside the windows were silver with heavy rain, and the pane was cold when I pressed my hand to it to peer at the elusive outside world. I wanted to run down the stairs, burst through the heavy front doors, and slip over the wet grass in my bare feet until they were brown with muck and I’d fallen to ground in a graceless heap. I wanted to spread my limbs in the cool blanket of green and watch the rain fall into my face.
“Am I ever to be outside again?” I asked myself, watching as my hot breath fogged the glass.
“You are.” Alexander’s voice startled me more than a gun held to my temple.
A moment later, the broad expanse of his body was pressed to mine so that I had the sunlight of his heat at my back and the cold eclipse of glass against my breasts. It was the very same duality I was coming to realize I’d always experience around my Master.
The hot kiss of unassailable desire and the cold slap of shame.
“You will be let out of this house and out of this life in due course, my beauty, especially if you behave as beautifully as you did last night.” I shivered at the texture of his silken breath trailing down my throat, followed by the touch of his lips to my tripping pulse. “You fell apart for me just as you should for your Master. Tell me, do you feel reformed this morning?”
I did, and it broke my heart to bear the weight of that. It seemed each time he touched me that he tore me apart only to weave me back together with a sharp needle and the dark threads of his ownership. I was becoming accustomed to the pain, and that worried me.
Because that resignation was tinged with yearning.
I hissed as Alexander sank his teeth into the strong tendon on the side of my neck. He drew away with a soft hum of pleasure, and whispered, “I would fuck you against the window and use your cum to write my name on the glass if I didn’t have a previous engagement.”
My stomach cramped in an alarming show of disappointment, but I didn’t let it show on my face when I turned around to scowl at him with my hands on my hips. Only, my indignation cooled into curiosity when I saw what he was wearing.
“What in heaven’s name are you dressed in?”
Alexander smirked and dragged a hand through the thick wave of his golden hair. He looked so like a young, arrogant boy for a moment that I wanted to smile with him.
“I’m dressed in my fencing jacket and trousers.”
I blinked. “I don’t think I know what that is.”
His grin widened, softer than I’d ever seen it, so gleeful that it even reached his eyes. “If you come, I’ll show you.”
