I’M A RUTHLESS BASTARD. I’ll stop at nothing to taste her sweet submission to my every desire. Tonight, will be my little dove’s first lesson. A taste of the mind games I’m so good at playing.
“You look beautiful, glykiá mou.” The compliment fell effortlessly from my lips as I smiled at my date, Tara, for the evening. She’s stick-thin and only sipped water while she pushed her food around her plate. I paid the bill then asked her if she wanted to go dancing. And I knew just the disco to go to tonight.
“Oh Christos,” she breathed, batting her eyes at me. “It’s so sexy when you speak Greek. What did you say?”
“It means sweetheart.”
Her hand rested possessively on my arm as she tilted her head up for a kiss. I indulged her, devouring her lips, and slipped my hand inside the back of her open dress to tease the sides of her bare breasts while watching Jessie’s reaction from the other side of the club.
She’s with him but watching me. Just like I knew she would. Tara moaned, pressing herself closer. The disco was packed. Couples flirted, straining against one another on the crowded dance floor. It was after midnight and the lighting was dim. I was sure more than one pair was having actual sex in a few of the even darker corners. My eyes caught Jessie’s in the lights reflecting off the disco ball hanging from a rafter.
She’s curious. I can read her every emotion that flits across her face like words on a page. She’s not sure if she’s curious or jealous, then she decided it might be both.
My tongue raced along the edge of Tara’s ear; chills went through her as she snuggled closer.
“Christos…,” she panted, tipping her face back, her eyes an open invitation to take whatever I wanted. But I only wanted to use her in my game to make another woman pant my name. How sweet it was going to be…to hear Jessie moan it in need.
I maneuvered Tara to the corner of the dance floor, pushed her back up against the wall, hooked her leg around my waist and let my hands slide her dress up. Her head fell back as my teeth scraped down the side of her neck. I knew Jessie was watching us and it made me burn. I was touching one woman while thinking of another. Tara’s hands ran through my hair then down my back.
She didn’t have permission to touch me. Jessie might not have said the words, but I knew I was her DOM. Only hers to touch if I was to grant her permission. With one hand, I pinned both of Tara’s behind her head on the wall. Her lips sought mine, but I evaded her mouth by sucking on her collarbone, while my fingers slipped between her legs. She was soaked, panting my name as I rubbed her folds, pinched her clit, and worked three fingers inside. The tips of my fingers curled up, finding the bundle of nerves on her inner wall. “Beg me. Beg me to make you come, Tara.”
“Yes, Christos,” she moaned.
“You like, agápe mou? To be thrown up against the wall, letting a man touch you like this…in the middle of a club?”
“Yes. Christos. Please,” she begged, “it’s so hot when you speak Greek.” I pulled out, made a knuckle, and started to fist her. Then turned my head as Tara convulsed in a sweaty panting mess. My eyes met Jessie’s across the crowded dance floor. The world fell away.
It was just the two of us.
I gave her a smirk, my eyes holding hers, not letting her turn her gaze from mine. I knew I was close to having her in my bed. My little dove as curious, needy and jealous as hell. With a smirk, I drew back from Tara, took her hand and escorted her from the club. She followed me on jelly legs, apparently thinking I would take her back to my yacht and finish what I started. But I had no intentions of doing anything but send her off in a cab while I waited for my little dove to stop pretending she wanted another man.
“Christos?” Tara hesitated as it became clear I wouldn’t be sliding into the backseat next to her.
“Another time,” I murmured shutting the door on her stunned face. I strolled along the docks with one hand in my pocket, lit up my cigar and waited for Jessie to leave the club. I reclined on a park bench, exhaling the sweet tobacco in rings, knowing she was inside picturing all the ways I was making Tara come in my stateroom.
I knew it would distract Jessie from my deckhand; make her wish she was back on the boat to find out if I was doing all the things that were racing through her mind.
But I only wanted to do those things with one person…her.
I felt sick.
Something was wrong.
I couldn’t look away from Christos as he touched that woman. But I found myself watching her as much as him. Her mouth was parted, eyes shut in ecstasy as I watched his hand disappear beneath her dress.
For a split-second—I wanted to be her. I wanted his hands on me, his mouth on my skin and his hands sliding between my thighs.
My head snapped back as he caught me watching. My breath caught in my throat, the man shined like the sun when he smiled. Although, it was more of a smirk than a smile; the silent message he sent was crystal clear: it could be you, Jessie. She could be…you.
And I wanted it. Wanted it so badly that when I finally came to after he left, leading her through the crowd, my nails left crescents in my palm, my hands were clenched so tight.
“Here, drink this,” Andre, handed me a shot. I threw back my head, tossing it back as if I was a club girl and did that on the regular when truthfully, I barely drank. Maybe I am a stick in the mud…a boring girl who acts more like eighty-three than twenty-three. “El Diablo huh?”
“What?”
“I called your name three times.”
“So? It’s loud in here.”
“I tapped you on the shoulder. Nothing could rip your eyes off him. Now, I understand your sudden interest in me. It was all about him, eh?”
“I’m stupid. So stupid, Andre.” I swallowed the rest of my drink, wallowing in jealousy.
“He doesn’t entertain the crew. Ever. My friend worked on his yacht for three seasons…I asked around about him.”
“Really? Does he bring women onboard?”
“Occasionally. Sometimes he holds meetings, but mostly invites Alex to party.”
“That’s nothing. Last night…,” I shuddered unable to speak of it. I’ve never been a gossip, and I barely know Andre. “Never mind,” I sighed, as the crew bought another round. I took mine with a smile, letting a crew member from another yacht whisk me onto the dance floor. Andre was catching up with his friend.
Sweat covered my skin, I swept my hair off my neck with both hands, swung my hips to the beat, feeling the man’s chuckle against my throat.
But the sound of it felt far away as if he was in a tunnel instead of holding me close.
Too close.
My still half-full cup fell from my grasp. My head felt woozy, my hearing coming in then out. The lights flashing in the disco slowed as if I was watching an old VHS tape with my Dad and he pressed slow motion. I’m a social drinker but what I did tonight was plain stupid. I mixed tequila and Greek drink named Ouzo with a fruity cocktail. Then I did a few rounds of shots with the crew.
The man I was dancing with practically held me up. I felt his hands roaming down my back, to my ass, cupping it hard.
I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, but my tongue was dry cotton. The words were trapped inside my head. I told my arms to shove him off, but they wouldn’t move.
My heart raced, as my brain and body slowed.
Christos.
All I wanted was him.
It was madness. I knew he as the devil, but I trusted him.
Needed him.
I was being dragged, my legs scraping against the floor as the man carried me through the crowd.
“Jessie? Get the fuck off her!” Andre ripped me from the man’s arms. As my mind swam, going under then finding light before plunging back into the dark water, I knew I’d be okay.
But I didn’t want Andre.
I wanted him.
One second.
That’s all it took for my mind to decide.
Somebody was going to die tonight.
“JESSIE?” I roared, uncaring at the people I shoved out of my way in my haste to get to her.
Andre had her cradled in his arms.
“Give her to me,” I roared. I didn’t wait for him to act, my arms reached out taking her from him.
I clutched her to my chest, looked for the pulse in her throat.
“What happened?” I bit out in Greek.
“Her drink…or her shots…they must have been tampered with. Who knows? She drank quite a lot.”
“Get out of my sight. You’re fired. Pack your things and never step foot back on my boat again.”
He sputtered, not wanting to leave Jessie. “Go!” I roared. “It was your job as her date to protect her…you dragged her to that disco knowing what kind of place it was…this is on you.”
With a barely conscious Jessie safe in my embrace, I hailed a taxi and in perfect Italian, ordered him to take us to my private villa high above the cliffs.
Her breathing was shallow; my lips were thin as I imagined every possible way to kill a man. I slid my phone out of my pocket to make a call. “Jin, I need you to hack into the surveillance tapes from Bueno Notte in Capri. An employee of mine was drugged. I want the name and face of the bastard. Hell, I want his entire family tree sent to my phone by 7 am tomorrow.”
“It will be handled.”
I ended the call somewhat satisfied. Jin handles all the security and IT for my firm. He’s the best in the world at what he does. My only focus was Jessie from that point forward. My next call was to the private physician I pay a fortune to keep at my disposal. “Beckett, an employee of mine was drugged at Bueno Notte. I’m bringing her to the villa, be there in five minutes.”
In hurried Italian, he replied, “I’ll grab my things.”
Jessie moaned in my arms, trying to fight the tide that was dragging her under. “Jessie? Baby? I’ve got you, glykiá mou. You’re going to be alright. You’re safe now sweeting.”
“I’m not safe. I’ll never be safe as long as you want me,” she weakly replied. I held a bottle of cold water to her lips that the driver had handed me.
“Drink,” I ordered.
“I’m going to be sick. Pull over.”
I threw open the door, my hands iron bands around her waist as she retched onto the pavement. She was trembling. Cold. But starting to burn up too.
“Help me, Christos. Something is wrong. Very wrong.”
She was right about one thing. I’d keep her life safe, but her heart and soul are the things I seek to capture and destroy, and she knows it.
I roared at the driver to go faster. The taxi swerved as it climbed the hills above Capri.
“I didn’t want this,” she whispered weakly.
“I’ll keep you safe, tonight. But I can’t make any promises after that.”
“I knew you’d come. How is it that you make me feel both safe and terrified at the same time?”
The drugs lowered her walls, and she was spilling all her secrets.
“Don’t fight what’s happening between us, glykiá mou. It’s natural. My male DNA wants yours…wants to meld us together in the most primitive way. Until we’re both breathless, on another planet, slowly floating back to earth.”
“Why? Why me? I’m just a tomboy from middle-class America with ship grease under my nails and sea salt in my hair.”
My gaze traveled down her tanned, toned body as I held her in my arms. “No glykiá mou, you are a sea siren. A golden-haired nymph tempting me with your sweet curves and innocent eyes.”
“I’ve never met anyone like you. You speak so formally…with such poetry. I’d laugh, but the way you speak the words are so serious…with such conviction.”
“I’m Greek. It’s in my blood to see the beauty in the world even if I can’t wholly feel it.”
“What? I-I don’t understand.”
My dark eyes blazed with passion as I looked deep into her eyes. “I know,” I sighed, as the drugs stole her consciousness and she fell back under.
I used my phone to open the gates, punching the four-digit code into my security app, hurriedly throwing five hundred euros at the stunned man, then ran into my courtyard with a writhing Jessie in my arms.
I raced up the stairs, ignoring my stunned staff that came rushing to the grand foyer at the sound of the security beep when I barreled through the front gates.
Finally reaching the master suite, I placed her on the bed, watching helplessly as she moaned, tossing herself around on the cool bedspread, caught between planes of consciousness.
I raced into the master bath, grabbed a cloth, running it under the cold taps. I pressed it to her brow, her collarbone, and the insides of her wrists.
“It burns,” she moaned after a few minutes.
“Where, my sweet dove?”
“Everywhere. I’m so hot…burning…take my clothes off, please.”
I watched, stunned, as she started rubbing her arms and legs, her breasts, and moving her hips restlessly.
“Make it stop, Christos, please.”
Her eyes were glassy, caught up in her drug-induced need to fuck. I watched her hungrily as she circled her breasts, shredded her own dress, and slid her hand into her throbbing cunt. There was no doubt what drug she was on. Only one could make her act like this; a double hit of Ecstasy. Whoever drugged her probably sprinkled a little sedative in but not enough. Either that or she hurled most of it up before it could fully get into her system. E takes longer to work. I’d bet the E was in her shots and the sedative in her drink. A double punch.
“Make me come. Please.”
There it was. The words I wanted to pry out of her…but not like this. Not with the help of a sexual stimulant. I wanted her to say them because my hands and mouth made her want me, not some illegal pharmaceutical.
“Stop,” I commanded, grabbing her wrists.
Hot tears of agony and need sprung from her eyes. “I’m dying.”
“You’re not dying. Listen to me Jessie,” I cupped her face, stroking her cheek, “your drink was tampered with. I think it was Ecstasy. Fight it.”
“I-I can’t. My blood is hot. Everything is hot and when I touch myself…it feels…so…good.”
“Theos,” I muttered, hot and hard, debating whether she really needed this. Should I do it? Help her by sating her lust even knowing it was orchestrated?
Of course, I would. I’m a man without conscience who waited months to feel her move under me.
The door opened behind me, and my hands picked up the cool sheet, throwing it over her naked body. It billowed in a cloud of silk before settling on her heated skin.
Beckett has always been professional with my subs, but the thought of him seeing my Jessie didn’t sit right. I held the sheet firmly over her body as she undulated her hips in my bed.
He listened to her breathing, checked her pulse and shined a light in her eyes.
“Did she ever lose consciousness?”
“I’m not sure, maybe briefly. She was in the club with some malaka, who brought her out.”
“I’m going to take a blood sample. But it’s obvious what she was given. She’s the fourth girl this month that I’ve heard of with symptoms like this. Whoever drugged her was no amateur. My guess is she was slipped a combination of Ecstasy, maybe even a double dose, with a nip of a sleeping pill. She’s lucky she drank so much and vomited most of it out or she’d be unconscious right now. You have two options. The first is to hook her up to a saline drip and flush the drugs from her body faster or just let it run its course.”
“How long would it take for the effects of the drugs to subside?”
“Eight to ten hours for the Ecstasy to come down from its peak. She’ll still feel it after that, until it’s completely flushed from her system, but it won’t be as strong. I suspect she was given so much E so when she woke up; she’d want it and the perpetrator would avoid being accused of a sex crime.”
I stared down at her, struggling, in pain and in need of something I know I could give her.
“Take another vial of blood. Get it tested for STD’s, hepatitis…the normal workup I request.”
The doctor raised his brows, “She’s the next one then?”
“Yes,” I breathed watching her hair fall sexily around her face then spread over my ivory silk pillow. She bit her lip, sweat dripped between her breasts, and she moaned in pain, needing pleasure.
I held her arm as he took what he needed. Then I raised the sheet, forcing her thighs apart so he could perform his exam.
“Ahh,” she cried feeling the doctor’s hands on her. My hands held her legs tighter than I should have. Her sweet pink lips opened like a flower, glistened with her nectar, and all I wanted to do was lap it all up.
The smell of her arousal filled the air; my cock was painfully hard; ready to relieve her sweet pain. I knew she would hate me in the morning, maybe even hate herself even more…but nothing was going to stop me from burying myself in her pussy and making her come on my cock until she became addicted to the way I feel inside her.
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.
“Open your eyes. Admit you only need me. Want me. If you don’t, I’ll tie you to the bed and let you burn in your drug-induced agony. You won’t be able to relieve yourself of the painful ache deep inside. It’ll be more torture than anything I’ll do to you as you lie here—trapped in your head as your mind thinks of all the ways my cock, hands, and tongue can take it all away,” I hissed letting my cock stroke up and down her slit as my finger did.
In that moment I knew I wouldn’t wait for the test results—I was fucking her raw tonight. All night. Besides, I already slipped my cock into her wet heaven and after a taste of that, nothing else would do.
But the devil in me wanted to make her hurt. I rolled to my side, letting my hand lightly trail over her skin as she writhed and struggled needing a harder touch, a deep fuck that I still made her wait for.
She turned her head on the pillow meeting my eyes. “This is torture.”
“Ah, sweeting, I have much to teach you. This is nothing…nothing compared to the things I will do to you.”
Fresh tears sprang from her eyes. Her hips continued to buck seeking more sweet relief. I rolled back over her, prepared to sink in her, but her hand pushed back against my chest. “No. I-I need you to burn with me.”
“I am agape mou. I am.” My body shuddered as her wet heat teased the tip of my cock ready to plunge in. It was such a turn on to have her drugged and coherent. Whoever did this to her knew what they were about.
“It’s not fair. I want you to feel the same aches I’m feeling. It’s the only way you’ll understand.”
“It won’t matter. I will never feel it, sweeting.” I let myself start to slide effortlessly in. She hissed, crying in pleasure and frustration, undulated under me, helping me slide deep inside her tight channel. She was burning. So hot and wet, my entire body pulsed, shook with the heady, physical pleasure washing over me. I shut my eyes, gritted my teeth, relishing in the pure bliss of feeling the waves of pleasure sparking from my dick to my brain. If the pleasures of the flesh are the only things I’ll ever feel—I’ll have my pound of hers repeatedly. Maybe a hit of E wouldn’t be so bad. I’d reach heights of physical pleasure like never before and since it’s the only thing I feel…why the hell not?
She half moaned, half-screamed, hands both pushing and pulling me.
“Christos, please.”
“Please, what? And in the bedroom, you address me as, Sir,” I replied, through gritted teeth as I slipped out of her.
“It’s not fair. I’ll admit it’s you—only you I want. But come with me. I feel as if I’m going insane. I’m scared...terrified. Please, I’m begging…”
And I understood. The lonely feeling of being alone. Trapped in your mind with no way out. It’s been a long time since I connected with any human on any level. But I understood.
Rolling to my side, I swore in Greek, placing a quick call ordering a bottle of Ecstasy. “It’ll be here soon. Don’t worry little dove. I’ll go with you. But until it gets here…how should I make you come?”
I sat back on my heels, my fingertips rubbing her swollen nipples. I lowered my hands between her thighs, circled her engorged clit before I fell face first between her thighs.
“Christos!” She screamed as my tongue swept through her folds and my lips tugged at her needy clit.
“Say it,” I commanded, with my mouth still hovering between her legs. My hands held her thighs apart so hard—I knew I’d leave the marks of my fingers on her skin.
“I’m yours. Just for tonight—I’m yours, Sir.”
Satisfied, I had her consent, albeit drug-induced, I flipped her over, smacking the palm of my hand flat on her curved cheeks.
“Ah,” she cried.
“That was for making me wait.” Another hard smack echoed in the room. “That was for thinking this is a one-time thing. You’re mine little dove.”
“For how long?” She gasped.
“Until I say we’re over.”
“What? Wh-what am I? Your girlfriend?”
“I don’t do girlfriends or relationships. I’m your master, and you’re my slave.”
“Sex slave?”
I shrugged.
“No. Never.” She scooted up the bed attempting to evade me. But I held her fast.
“Are you sure about that little dove?”
She turned her head, refusing to meet my eyes. I opened the nightstand drawer, and before she could blink, I fastened leather straps around her wrists binding her to the bedpost. “Christos?” She shrieked. “Don’t. Please. Please don’t do this.”
“I’ll consider relieving you when you accept your fate.” I buttoned my shirt back up, rolling my sleeves up my forearms as she stared at me in stunned disbelief. Fury blazed bright in her eyes. It was going to take a lot to break her, and I was looking forward to every second of it.
I barely glanced at her as I finished dressing, grabbed her purse off the floor, and slammed the door behind me—grinning at the curses she was screaming at the top of her lungs in my wake. I opened her bag, took out her phone and pocketed her passport. She wasn’t going anywhere.
Jessie is a little hellion.
She’s going to be a beautiful mess when she breaks.
My doorbell rang thirty minutes later. With the bottle of pills in my pocket, I poured myself a thirty-year scotch, lit my cigar, and watched the puffed rings dissipate in the evening breeze. The container of pills felt like lead in my pants.
Would I do it for her? Break my rules of being in complete control and take a drug that would fuel my hedonistic lust to a level where I might not be able to control myself? I wouldn’t hesitate if she were already mine; a broken-in doll accustomed to my dark tastes. But all we’ve shared was a quick slip of my cock greeting his new pussy. But after tonight, I’ll fuck her so hard and raw; I’ll bruise and batter that channel of heaven until she feels my cock days after I spurt my seed in her, claiming her as mine.
Snubbing the cigar out, I finished my drink and leisurely strolled back inside and up the stairs, past my distressed housekeeper, Freya, wringing her hands.
“Is she alright?”
“Leave. Now,” I commanded, pinning my hard gaze on her. She scurried away muttering under her breath.
No one would rescue Jessie from me tonight. Or any other night for that matter. Her fate was decided months ago when her resumé landed on my desk. I twisted the handle of my en-suite, with a smirk on my lips as she still howled in anger and pain. I knew her clit would be painfully engorged, the ache deep in her belly would be a fire consuming her, spreading to the tips of her hair. The Ecstasy would be at full peak. The thought of the straps around her wrists, chaffing her skin, causing her to bleed, made my steel dick even harder. My hands shook slightly as I opened my safe taking out the set of papers tucked inside. God knows, what I would do to her tonight. I’ve never taken E. I needed her written consent even if it’s only for he mental tug-of-war I would play with her later.
I quickly skimmed the nondisclosure agreement, along with the contract agreeing to be my pet. I laughed. Typed out under the signature line was indeed the word “pet.”
I’m such a bastard.
Of course, it might not ever hold up in court. But it’s not about that. It’s about power. Control. Making my dove think I have it all and watching her sign hers over to me is such a fucking turn-on. Sure, it might protect me while ensuring none of my pets ever speaks of the things I’ve done to them. But it’s much more than a piece of paper. It’s tangible proof that I’ve gotten into their heads. I glanced it over briefly, signed my name and pressed the notary seal I swiped from my secretary underneath.
I waited a beat before turning the handle, entering the room where she laid in the center of the bed, writhing like a snake. Her body was coated in sweat, her lips bloody from where she bit her lip in agony. Her hips came off the bed as she fought the restraints.
“I hate you!” She screamed, crying as she fell back on the sweat-soaked sheets.
“Good. Don’t ever fall in love with me,” I warned, sitting at the edge of the bed.
“Never. I’d never love a devil like you.”
I smiled sardonically, “that’s what they all say, sweet dove. But it always ends the same. With me adding more crushed hearts to the list of ones I’ve broken…leaving their minds even more of a fractured mess.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a sick man, little dove…with even sicker needs. Needs which I know you can fill.”
“I won’t.”
“Sign.” I untied one wrist, shoving the paper forward.
“Wh-what is this?”
“An agreement. Sign yourself over to me for an indefinite amount of time and agree never to speak of what will transpire between us.”
“You must be joking.”
“I never joke, my pet.”
“No.”
With my free hand, I reached between her soaking legs and pinched her clit hard. “Sign it.”
“Never,” she shook her head.
My fingers pinched harder before letting go. Three fingers plunged inside her needy pussy. She screamed, lifted her hips off the bed, fucking my fingers, taking them deeper inside. I curled the tips up, finding the swollen nerves of her G-spot. I stroked her to the edge of the cliff leaving her dangling over the side.
“Sign it, and I’ll take the pills, so I can relieve you, making you come all night long.”
She closed her eyes, turning her head. If she only knew her obstinance only made me want her more.
My hand raised, coming down hard on her mound. I slapped her pussy twice, hearing her sweet cries of pain mixed with pleasure.
“Fine. I’ll sign it,” she relented in a barely audible whisper. I gave her the pen, the smell of her wafting from my fingers as our hands brushed.
“I was a fool for thinking you were rescuing me tonight.”
“I’ll never rescue you little dove. My mission is to pull you under.”
She gasped as my head bent to suckle her breasts sweetly. My hands dropped between her thighs to circle her clit, slide through her slit, and massage the sting from my slaps away.
“You-you promised,” she moaned.
“I did.”
With a mock toast, I slipped the pills from my pocket, washing it down with the rest of the water in the bottle from the nightstand. It would take thirty minutes to hit my system since I’m larger than her and unimpaired. With physical pleasure being the only thing I can feel, I figured why not burn hot with her—my obsession, tonight. I untied Jessie’s other hand, scooped her up so I could rinse her in the large shower.
“Undress me,” I commanded, setting her on swaying feet. She hesitated, shaky fingers finally reaching the white buttons on my dress shirt. She was slow, as she popped them one by one, sliding it off.
“Good girl. Undo my pants next.”
She bit her lip; fresh blood trickled down her plump lower lip. I pressed my thumb to her wound then brought it to my mouth. The sight of her bleeding had my cock leaping to get out.
Her hands touched my belt buckle, I lifted her chin, locking our eyes together as her hands worked me free.
She gasped feeling my swollen, leaky head in her palm.
I hissed at the first touch of her calloused palms circling my cock. “You’re not so innocent are you, little dove?”
“I’ve had boyfriends…,” she uttered.
“Don’t ever mention former lovers in my presence again. My cock is your king now. Bow.” I grabbed her by the hair, pushing her down. “Suck.”
She resisted. “You promised, tonight would be about me.”
“I lied,” I shrugged pressing her shoulders down until she sank to her knees. “Open your mouth—you dirty little slut and take it all like a good girl or I’ll tie you back up.”
Her tongue darted out hesitantly stroking my meaty tip. The pads of my fingers dug into her scalp as I brought her head closer to my shaft. “That’s it, my good girl. Take it in inch by inch.”
I groaned feeling her hot little mouth work my shaft. I watched as she took me in until the tip of my dick hit the back of her throat. She started to gag, but I held her head still. My hips pumped back and forth, fucking her mouth.
“Fuck. I’ve pictured this moment for weeks,” I muttered more to myself than her. The sounds of my balls slapping against her throat bounced off the mosaic tiled walls. I grunted, mesmerized by the sight of my pre-cum dribbling down her chin. I wanted to spank her thickly muscled ass; make her mine in every sexual way I could, but instead, my balls drew up tight as my climax ripped through me, spilling down the back of her throat. She gagged, choking on the river of my release, but I wouldn’t relent. I held her fast making her swallow every salty drop.
“Good girl,” I murmured, softly stroking her cheek while she looked at me with hate filled eyes. But she still needed me. Her hands were between her legs sliding up and down her slit. She hated me, but her body was still on fire seeking relief.
“In you go,” I murmured with my hands on her ass cheeks nudging her into the steamy shower. I squeezed scented soap into my hands, running them over her body, learning every curve of her frame.
Jessie was mine. I didn’t question the deep need filling the bottomless cavern inside my chest.
“Turn. Place your hands flat against the wall, spread your legs and prepare to get the fucking of your life.”
I didn’t give her time to answer because my meaty dick slammed inside her before she could speak. I rammed into her over and over again as the water rained down on us. I turned the jets to cold, as the Ecstasy I swallowed started to fire up my blood to boiling.
Every thrust into her body was sexual napalm.
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. Its large 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 wanted El 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.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he breathed, as I found a real sex toy gag thingy.
“Open up.”
His nostrils flared, every cut muscle in his body was tense and straining against the knots I tied him in. “I’m going to destroy you for this. Steal your mind, body, and soul and dump it overboard when I’m done.”
I leaned down, eye to eye, swallowed my fear and hoped he couldn’t see how much his words terrified me. “Don’t ever try to find me. Or I’ll report you to the authorities, you…sick fuck. I hate you. I never want to see you ever again.”
He opened his mouth to retort, and I took the opening, shoving the ball gag in.
He bucked and writhed, just like I had hours earlier. I backed away...knowing I had to leave fast and get as far away as I could from this man. I knew he was wholly capable of killing and would no doubt make me pay for besting him. But I couldn’t help but stare at his erection as his bucking caused the sheets to fall away.
My body shook with anger. More at myself than him. He laid naked before me, hands straining to break free, probably to break my neck. But he was a dark demi-god, with his heavily muscled chest and six-pack abs. His dark eyes promised retribution. And despite my tough words—my tummy clenched, and my thighs ached for him to give me more. I wished he could just be normal…even miles from normal would be good enough for me, but he was light years away from even that.
His smell clung to my skin as I dressed, quickly shutting the door. I couldn’t shower here, where he took me over and over again. But I had no money, no phone. I looked everywhere, but he must have hidden my purse.
I searched each room on the upper floor; they were all guest rooms.
“Shit,” I breathed, hanging my head as I turned around with my hand on the knob to the door I just left. I slowly opened it, refusing to meet the eyes of the angry beast breathing hard.
I looked everywhere but at him, finally noticing the door I had missed last night when I was caught up in the drug-induced sex fest we shared. From the corner of my eye, I snuck a peek as I passed by the bed. My feet moved faster. His body was covered in a slick coat of sweat, trickling down his cut abs as he fiercely pulled against the restraints. I knew I had minutes before my dark beast broke the wooden posts right off the bed and captured me.
I was in his inner sanctum.
The door I had opened led me to an antechamber full of dark wood and leather. The smell of his cigar lingered in the air, and my eyes fell to the polished mahogany desk where I saw it perched in a tray, snuffed out but still alive somehow.
The contents of my purse were neatly lined up in a row across the center of his desk.
I shuddered feeling more exposed than when the devil and the doctor pried my wet thighs apart.
Blinking back angry tears I hastily shoved my things back inside my clutch, but then I saw the folder with my picture stapled to the front.
With shaking fingers, I opened the file. One hand flew to my opened mouth, the other rested on my queasy stomach.
He was watching me for months.
He knew every detail of my life down to the number of sexual partners I probably had.
If there was a minuscule part of me that had hoped Christos could be redeemed it was instantly extinguished.
This man was truly mad with no limit to how far he would go to possess me. Candid shot after candid shot of myself slipped through my fingers. There was even a copy of my college records, and records of my parents’ bank accounts and financial records.
I gasped at the figure underline in red ink. They still owed five-hundred-thousand dollars to the bank which holds their mortgage.
A bank that, according to this file, is under a chain of banks owned by Christos’ many holdings.
I may run, but he holds all the cards.
But I know what my parents would want me to do.
At least my father. He’d die before seeing his daughter enslaved by a man like Christos.
My mother on the other hand would encourage me to play the game back and trap a rich man. After all, that’s all she ever wanted me to do. But I have no idea how to even do that.
Running is something I was always good at. When I laced up my track cleats, bent low in the starter’s block, waiting for the pop of the start gun, feeling my chalked hands grip the tips of my shoes—I felt power deep inside myself. The sure knowledge that I was the fastest girl on the track destined to win the race and feel the cool medal land around my heated neck, marking me as the first-place winner.
I felt that same quiet power as I snatched up the papers, opened his drawer and took a stack of euros. I took only what I needed to get away and give myself enough time to formulate a plan as to how far I could run and where.
“What happened to you last night?” Sara whispered as I tried to creep back onboard the Oasis unnoticed.
“What did you hear?” I cringed, scurrying down the metal stairs to the crew area of the yacht.
“Not a damn thing, other than Andre got canned, and Christos never returned last night. Spill.”
I shrugged, “Nothing. It was just a hookup.”
“Wait. Hold up.” She grabbed my arm, halting me. Her blue eyes stared incredulously at me. “You? Miss Prim and proper had a hot hookup?”
“Something like that.” I pulled my arm free, sprinted through the maze of narrow halls until I reached my tiny cell.
I had my clothes, laptop, and toiletries thrown into my backpack in five minutes. My staff radio that sat in the charger by the bunk bed was on. Men spoke in rapid Greek, my name the only word I clearly understood.
My time was up. El Diablo was free and, on his way to recapture me. I bolted from my room, entering Andre’s cabin without knocking. It was bare as if he was never even there. The only trace was a sticky note on the cheap mirror with my name on it that read, ‘Stay in touch California. 011-19-236-1234, Andre.’
I tucked the note into my bra and hid behind the door.
“Where is she? I saw her come back in the launch fifteen minutes ago.”
“I sent her up to the sun deck to check on Alex.” I heard Sara reply. The breath I was holding came out in a whoosh.
“What the hell did you do?”
“Help me,” I whispered.
“He’ll kill us both if I do. No one crosses El Diablo.”
“I didn’t cross him. I slept with him.”
“What?” Bree screeched, peeking over Sara’s shoulder.
“I need help. Please—I can’t face him. I-I…need to escape. The things he did to me…what he still wants to do to me…I tied him up.”
“Shh. It’s okay. Follow me.” Flanked by the two women, I went with my head down as Sara led me through the maze of halls to the underbelly of the boat.
“I have a supplier coming in five minutes to replenish the kitchen for the chef.” She undoes a few latches, popping open a hatch door in the side of the hull.
“Stand back.” I hid in the shadows, fidgeting, chewing my nails down while watching the small supply boat come closer.
“Thank you,” I whispered feeling regretful that I never gave the two of them more of a chance to be friends.
“It’s girl-code, sweetie. We’ve got you. Just don’t forget to invite us to the wedding.”
My eyes cut to Bree’s. “More like a funeral. Mine. If he ever finds me.”
“What did you do?”
“We screwed like rabid animals, both of us high on Ecstasy. Then I slipped handcuffs and rope on his wrists, securing him with a slipknot to the bedposts while I took four thousand euros and my dignity back from him.”
“Holy shit.”
“Exactly.”
“Sara! She’s not here!” More rapid Greek followed on the radio clipped to her belt.
“Shit. I need to head up and cover for you. Bree—stay here and see the supplies onboard. Slip her out when he unloads. And Jessie—act normal. Tell the man you need to pick up “woman things” or something. Play it cool. Don’t act guilty. Christos has eyes and ears everywhere. Dress like a tourist, blend in. And when you can—get the hell out of Capri.”
I pretended everything was fine while Bree chatted with the old Italian man who pulled his small boat up against the yacht. I tied off his bow line just inside the opened gangplank, handed bag after bag of supplies to Bree then asked in halting Italian for a lift back to shore. He agreed without even thinking twice.
The time to make my escape had come and just in time—as the sound of helicopter blades made my stomach drop to the bottom of the sea.
I pushed my long hair up under my baseball cap. Bent down to untie the line and hastily joined the old man at the wheel under a sunshade. I was invisible from above. But felt his seeking eyes overhead as he guided the chopper onto his yacht.
He knew I had gone aboard. But I slipped from his grasp twice in the same morning. Take that El Diablo, I thought with a bitter laugh. But my womb was sore from the beating his dick gave it. His seed still dripped from my body. The smell of him clung to my skin; my clit was still swollen, peeking through my folds and every time I moved my legs the lace of my panties made it tingle.
He had me.
He was in my head, imprinted on my body; despite the distance between myself and the Oasis. He was here with me. In that moment—I understood very clearly what he had meant when he told me that he’d be so deep inside me, I’d never find a way to get him out.