Page 3 of His Gift
"I'm scared. I don't know you. I don't know where I am. I—"
"You don't have to worry. Just let me worry about everything. Don't disappoint me, girl." Again, his voice takes that stern edge. Can it become violence if I push? Maybe. But I'm doing it anyway.
"I don't want to disappoint you, but put yourself in my shoes. Would you feel safe with someone you don't know?" His jaw tenses, and I tense, too, my fight-or-flight instincts waking up and overcoming the fuzz induced by his drug. Then he furrows his brows. He's thinking about my question. He didn't like it, but he's trying to find an honest answer.
Or not.
He leans in, his fingers tangling in my hair, and kisses me. Gently, but I have no doubt he's not letting me go until I reciprocate. His tongue traces the rim of my bottom lip and then demands entrance, and I comply. I won't convince him with my words and I won't be able to overpower him. I have to play along. Consider this a one-night stand until I get a chance to run.
Run. Yes. I must focus on that. Not on his lips. Or his tongue. Or on how his touch feels so incredibly familiar, sending shivers of recognition down my spine.
Concentrate.
I have to find out where I am. Having the lay of the land would help. As soon as he lets me come up for air, I tell him I'm hungry.
"Of course you are. It has been a few days since you had a proper meal. Wait here while I get breakfast ready. I'll pick you up when I'm done."A few days… Crap.And is it morning? The windows have thick drapes, so I can't really say.
"Can't I help? Or watch you while you cook?"
His eyebrows furrow again.
"Of course you can. I want you with me. I just thought you were too tired."
"I am, but I don't want to be alone." This makes him happy. A big smile spreads across his face. Good. I tried to stay as close to the truth as possible, and it's working. I hope I'll be able to get an idea of where he took me.
"Up you go." He urges me to sit and then he picks me up, my legs wrapped around his waist, my head on his shoulder.
The crown of his cock brushes against my pussy and a moan is out of my mouth before I can bite it back.
"We need a pit stop in the bathroom."Do we?
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Apparently we do, because he strides toward one of the two doors in the room as if on a mission, opens it, and sits me on the toilet seat. Then he crosses his arms and looks at me.
"Are you going to watch?"
"I watched you pee already. You just don't remember." Right. Absolutelyunderstandable. Andnormal. And why doesn't my arousal abate at this statement?
Closingmy eyes, I try to convince myself I'm alone. He doesn't hurry me up and finally it works. I really needed to go.
"Good. Now let's shower quickly and take care of your needs." I should say no. I should say I don't have needs. I say neither, and when he picks me up, I latch my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, waiting for him to get the water going and make it hot.
Then I let him lather me up and clean every place he can reach without ever letting me go. And when his fingers brush my pussy lips, I don't protest. I hold my breath… and release it forcefully when he starts finger-fucking me. Masterfully, deliciously so. I might be super-horny thanks to his drug, but I can tell when a man knows his stuff, and this one does. He works my G-spot as if it's the only thing he's ever done. And when he adds a finger, stretching me further, I come, melting on him.
"Such a good girl. Do you want more, or are you too hungry?"
I am too hungry. I am too hungry.
"More."Damn.
"My gift," he breathes before pushing me against the tiles and sliding inside me. "Hold tight, I need my hands elsewhere." I have just the time to realize what he's going to do before he lets go of me, plants his hands on the tiles at my side, and starts pummeling me.Holy shit.
"Come for me, my sweet girl. Don't hold back." I don't, obeying his command, writhing in his hold, wanton and desperate and screaming. Hefolds his hands around my buttcheeks and finishes inside me again, moving my body to stroke himself into completion.Fuck.
We stay glued to each other under the spray for a long while, and I can't muster a coherent thought for the life of me. Then he turns off the water, wraps me in a huge towel and takes me back to the bedroom.
