Ryan

 

 

 

I watch for a reaction on her face. A grimace of shock, disdain, confusion, anger. Anything. But she doesn't give me much to work with. Her face is frozen in an unreadable expression, scanning me with a mixture of worry and something else that I can't place.

Attraction? Is that it?

How could that be? She said she's scared of me, and I told her she should be. She knows that I've locked her in this room for longer than we agreed upon. She knows that I took away the decision to leave on her own free will. She went with me willingly, but what's happening now is happening against her will.

"Master," she whispers. "What do you mean?"

My eyes meet the deep green of hers, a forest full of wonder and mystery. I know very little about my doll, but yet I feel like I have known her for years. Her proximity feels natural, familiar, right.

Letting her go feels anything but right.

I crave her, even now. A part of me is glad that she doesn't see it, because it's hidden beneath the silk sheets. I'm rock hard, my cock yearning to be buried inside of her. Again. And again.

"I can't let you go," I say. "You're mine now."

She shakes her head, but her expression still doesn't change to anything I'd expect. Horror, disgust, shock. All those emotions were written on Sandria's face back then, when she realized what I was doing to her, when she realized that she was my captive. She cried for help, tried to fight me, her long claws cutting into the flesh of my back as she tried to get away from me. The memory still hurts. The way she fought me off, the way she stared at me, accusing me of being a monster. And she was right. I am a monster. I'm a sick addict who has no control over his cravings.

Laura has an idea of that now as well.

But why isn't she reacting in the same way? Why does she remain calm and collected, looking at me as if I'd just told her a sad story instead of threatening her and telling her that she's not allowed to go anywhere anymore?

Instead of yelling, punching me, or hammering against the door, Laura leans in closer, her lips meeting mine in a loving kiss. I'm too stunned to reciprocate at first, but I'm defenseless against her. We kiss like intimate lovers kiss, calm and acquainted, our tongues almost shy toward each other. She lets out soft moans, the sound of them driving me insane with desire for her.

I'm floating on an unfamiliar high when she breaks our kiss to look at me.

"Master, you have to talk to me," she breathes. "You have to let me know what's torturing you."

She's not looking at me like a victim would regard its violator. She's not pleading for me to let her go, not fighting me, or casting me a face of disgust.

My doll looks at me with sincere worry.

And I refuse to grant her only wish.

I can't talk about it, not with her. How am I supposed to tell her something about this when I don't understand it myself?

I shake my head. "Doll, some things can't be explained."

She surprises me with her next reaction. A little chuckle.

I search for her gaze to make sure that I just heard right. And yes, there she is, smiling at me and shaking her head as if it I'd just said something incredibly silly.

"So, master, let me know then," she whispers. "What's your plan? You'll just keep me down here forever?"

I frown at her. Is she making fun of me?

"I'm not saying I'd hate that," she adds. "But what about your life? What about your business? I'm sure you're needed out there – way more than I am."

My pulse speeds up at the mention of those things. I can still hear the phone ringing inside my head, the aggressive texts from my loyal assistant Lemon. I can only imagine the trouble I’ve caused him, and everyone else who's been working on this acquisition for the past year.

This was the worst time for me to lose my mind - which made it the most obvious time for it to occur, as well. The pressure and responsibility didn't stabilize me as I'd hoped, but instead pushed me over the edge, right into Laura's slim arms.

Instead of giving her a reply, I opt for the only thing I know I'm naturally good at. I grab her by the back of her head and pull her closer, pressing her lips to mine for another kiss.

She resists at first, but soon gives into me, relaxing under my touch. I roll over on top of her, pushing her arms up and pressing them into the mattress. She squirms beneath me, immobilized but just as greedy with lust as I am.

"Stay like this," I tell her, as I let go of her hands and move down to her tits. She arches her back and moans loudly when I squeeze them together, wrapping my lips around her left nipple and beginning to suck and bite on it. Her breathing changes quickly, and by the time I repeat the same action on the other side, I have her exactly where I want her, coiling with need and spreading her legs for me.

I cover her with kisses, traveling down to her belly. She giggles when I tease the side of her pelvis, one of her most ticklish spots. Her legs widen eagerly when I move closer to her core, her lips spreading before my eyes, already glistening with desire.

An ecstatic moan fills the room when I lean in to taste her. She tenses up as my tongue draws circles around her clit, drawing more moans from her. She's dripping wet and more than ready for me. I enjoy the taste of her for a few more minutes, before I get back up, hovering over her and catching her dazed gaze. Our eyes are glued to each other when I slowly part her lips with the tip of my steel hard cock.

This time is different. I don't fuck her like the savage I am, not like all the other times when I fucked her, or anyone else. I'm sliding inside her with an eerie patience and calm, savoring every moment until my hips are pressed against hers. Our lips meet for another kiss and we engage in a dance that I've never danced with anyone before.

We're not fucking.

We‘re making love.