Page 5 of Depraved Lust
He crouches in front of me and leans in closer. His eyes hold a hint of danger, but also a spark of desire. I’m just not sure what he wants to do with me exactly, besides the obvious. “I’m supposed to kill you,” he says. His deep baritone voice is low and threatening. He tilts his head as I slide slightly backward on my ass out of natural instinct. I take control of my body and tilt my chest away from him, giving myself leverage to kick this motherfucker in the balls if he gets any closer.
His full lips pull into an asymmetric grin. “You can’t get away from me just yet.” I hate how he’s taunting me, like he expected this.
My breathing is ragged, and my heart is beating so fast I swear my chest won’t be able to contain it. It feels as though my heart's trying to leap out of my throat. I barely get the words out, but I manage to say, “I don’t want to die.”
His grin widens into a perfect smile. This man’s too handsome to be a predator. There’s a darkness about him, but he could fool anyone with just a small amount of charm.
“I don’t want you to die either, kitten.” His pet name sends a bolt of desire to my clit. Shame washes through me. I shouldn’t like it. This is wrong. He stands up and towers above me. I tilt my head to keep my eyes on him. “You have a choice,” he says.
I wait for him to continue as I stay huddled in a ball beneath him. My blood rushes loudly in my ears and I try to calm my racing heart. He doesn’t want me to die. That should relax me; it should make me feel even the faintest bit better. But it doesn’t.
“You can die.” He speaks to the far wall, not looking at me. I find my eyes searching for a door, looking for a way out. To my right, I finally spot a steel door, with a keypad to its left. “Or” he continues, and I feel his gaze on me as my eyes fly to meet his and my heart thuds painfully in my chest. “You can agree to be mine.”
I can’t help that the way he says it makes my core heat. A wetness pools between my thighs, and I feel ashamed. This isn’t a fantasy. This is real life. I feel the blood drain from my face as I become lightheaded. The only reason I’m not dead is because he wants to keep me. But I doubt his intentions are anything but kinky and sick.
I don’t want this. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, and I shake my head. “No.” My voice is hoarse and barely audible.
This isn’t real. This isn’t happening. I wait for him to grab me. As soon as he does, I’ll strike. But he merely searches my face for something and stands far enough away that I can’t do any real damage.
He cocks a brow, and his voice softens as he says, “You haven’t heard my terms. How sure are you that you don’t want to be my pet?” Terms?
Again, the offer makes my pussy clench, and my cheeks redden with a violent blush. “No,” I blurt out without thinking.
His chest rumbles with a deep chuckle. “Some part of you wants me. There’s hope for us after all.” He smiles down at me and turns to walk away. My limbs refuse to move and attack him. Instead, I stay frozen on the ground. I watch his corded muscles ripple as he walks to the door and enters in a code.
“Where are you going?” I ask before thinking. Apparently, the fear of being left alone in this room to rot is greater than my fear of him. I don’t want to die here, left to starve because he changed his mind. I may have said no, but I sure as fuck don’t want to die here.
He turns and gives me the same sexy smirk. “My kitten needs to eat.”
Tension coils in my body. I can’t let him leave. I need to get more information. I don’t like not knowing anything about this situation and not having any other options.
“Wait. What--” I swallow thickly before continuing. “What are your terms?”
He smirks at me as he opens the door and says, “The first is that you’ll listen to me. I’ll be back soon.”
My chest rises and falls with anxiety and fear as I stare back at him in silence. I pull the throw tighter around my shoulders and watch as he walks through the door and leaves me in the dark room. I'm all alone and barely able to breathe. After a short moment, lights in the ceiling slowly come to life, illuminating the room dimly and gradually getting brighter. I look around my surroundings and see a small toilet in the corner and the metal chair my captor was sitting in, but nothing else. Tears prick my eyes and my blood runs cold. I can’t stay here like a prisoner.
I stare at the door waiting for him to come back, letting everything sink in.
I’ve been taken.
And he wants to keep me.
The only thing I’m certain of is that I need to find a way out of here. Run as fast as I can and never look back. But I’ll have to rely on him to get out of this fucking cell first.
4
Anthony
I’ve never done anything that’s felt this wrong before. Nothing's ever come close to giving me this thrill that’s surging in my blood. Her reaction was perfect. I knew she’d deny me, but the fight in her is something I didn’t expect. I fucking love it.
I had to be in there when she woke up. I didn’t want her freaking out, thinking she was going to die. Instead, she can be absorbed with thoughts of me and being mine. My dick is fucking leaking in my jeans. I can’t help that I want this. I want her. And now I have her. But not her submission though. That much is obvious and expected.
I feel like I’m on the highest high I’ve ever had in my life. I should feel conflicted. I should have second thoughts about this or feel remorse. But I don’t. She’s mine.
I pace back and forth in the kitchen as I think about what I’d like to feed her. I’m not sure what to offer her first. I need to make it tempting for her to obey me, but this isn’t a reward. I have to stay vigilant. I want to shower her with everything she’d ever want to convince her she’d enjoy being my pet. But that would defeat the entire purpose of all this, and she needs to know what her position is. She needs to earn her rewards just as much as I need to earn her submission.
There are simple truths to this relationship.
