Laura

 

 

 

I awake from a deep slumber, my limbs too heavy to move and my entire body sore. The room is dark, darker than it has ever been. I blink once, twice, affirming that my eyes aren't merely too weak to perceive the room around me, but the light has indeed been turned down. It's not pitch dark, the ceiling light still provides a minimum amount of illumination, but it's dark enough for me to feel a sense of fear.

He has never turned the lighting down before. Never.

Did he do it for my sake? So I could get a good rest?

I lazily turn over, checking the other side of the bed. It's empty, and it doesn't look like that's just a recent development. He hasn't slept next to me this time. I'm alone.

I wish I knew what time it is, how much time we have left, how much more I can expect. The windows are still shielded with shutters from the outside. The darkness inside the room doesn't tell me anything about the time of day.

It was easier last time. I didn't really have a sense of time back then either, but at least I knew exactly when we had started, and I knew when night descended and the next day dawned based on the meals he served.

Things have been different this time. We didn't have a set starting time, and I had nothing but a vague knowledge of arriving here, based on the time our flight landed. I was hurt when he made me wear a blindfold once we got inside his limousine. He may want my body, but he still doesn't trust me.

I was allowed to send one last text to Layla, who wanted to know if I was okay. We didn't have a chance to speak in person because everything happened so fast, and because she was at work when I left, I had no choice but to leave her a quick note on the kitchen table. Given how I've been rather down lately and she knew about my break-up with Steven, I can see why she'd worry about me. Luckily, she also understands that I may need a few days away to cope with things. Just a little getaway to clear my head.

I let out a cynical chuckle.

That isn‘t what this is at all, quite the contrary.

I stretch out in bed for a few more minutes, unsure what else to do. My body is exhausted from last night, or a few hours ago, or whenever it was that all these things happened. I have no idea how long I slept. It could have been three hours, or five, or eight. I feel stupid for not having a better sense of time, but there's nothing I can do about it.

I'm just about to doze off again, when I hear the door open and his heavy, hurried steps approaching the bed. My eyes are barely open when he casts the blanket aside, exposing my naked body in the darkened room. I look up at him, seeking his eyes, but it's too dark and he's moving too fast for me to collect my bearings. He rolls me over onto my back, pushing my arms down with such force that it hurts. My mind is still too foggy to realize what is going on, before he's on top of me. He's naked and hard. His erection is pushing against my belly as he leans over to kiss me. Our kiss is breathless, hungry. He's panting with need, rubbing his cock against my middle while his tongue entwines with mine. His arousal is contagious, and I'm drawn into it, into him, unable to resist with my mind still half asleep.

"I need you," he breathes into my ear, panting with want. "I need you, doll."

His words trickle through my core, kindling my desire for him. I part my legs, arching my back under the weight of his body and pressing myself up against his broad chest. He breaks our kiss, but his lips never leave my body, instead covering me in kisses and sensous bites as he travels down to my tits. He keeps pushing my arms back into the pillows, leaving me unable to fight off his harsh treatment of my tender nipples when he wraps his mouth around them, biting and sucking with such viciousness that I cry out in pain.

"Sorry, doll, this one's for me," he hisses, ramming his enormous cock inside of me with one vile push without warning.

I groan in agony and pleasure as he spreads my sore pussy, my channel pulsating around his length as he begins fucking me with untamed thrusts. He's groaning and breathing deliriously. He continues to immobilize me by pushing my arms down above my head, still shoving his cock inside of me with ravenous hunger.

I'm torn between pain and lust more than ever. My body is tired and sore from everything he's done to me so far, and my mind still hasn't realized that we're back at it again. I don't feel fully conscious – I’m at his mercy, helpless and small – and so aroused that I lack any shame at the slick sounds coming from my core as he pounds into me again and again. He's taking what he needs from me, and I'm the only one who's able to give it to him. That thought turns me on so much that I can't help but feel my impending release building every time he slams into me.

He said this one is for him, but I'm beginning to doubt I will get through this without having an orgasm. Waves of growing pleasure are washing over my entire body, leaving me helpless against the raging fire burning inside me.

I'm almost there, almost, when I feel him tensing up above me, then coating my walls with his hot come as he finds his release deep inside me. I gasp out in surprise, unwilling to believe that it should stop now. Now that I'm so close to coming myself.

But it does.

He groans and collapses on top of me, his breath still frantic but soon calming down as he floats through his post-orgasmic clouds. I still lay beneath him, still shivering with unfulfilled lust and an unsatisfied craving.

"Master," I breathe. "I didn't-"

I'm interrupted when he abruptly gets up from the bed, retreating suddenly, something he’s never once done before. He leaves me feeling empty and hungry for more, my eyes barely able to make out the outline of his perfectly sculpted body as he rushes out of the room.