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My heart raced out of control as he bent down to pick up my towel. He held it in his hand while his gaze roamed my body.

“You dropped this,” he growled.

I moved closer to him. I’d never seduced anyone in my life, but the way his eyes widened and how his hands clutched the towel made me feel wet between the legs.

My nipples were erect, and I held my head high. He looked as if he’d been chopping wood or something as he wiped the sweat from this temple.

“You look hot,” I said.

“I am. This isn’t why you’re here.”

I tilted my head to the side, hoping what had started wouldn’t come to a dramatic end. He had to make the next move. I couldn’t do it for him. I wouldn’t. My first time wouldn’t be from being kidnapped by him and then seducing him too.

His hand touched the side of my face. His fingers felt rough, and I should have pulled away as he caressed my face, but the idea of him being a man who got his hands dirty just turned me on even more.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Then he cupped my face and drew me closer. I closed my eyes in anticipation.

“Shit,” he said, his voice low and uneven, “I want you so bad…”

“So what are you waiting for?” I replied, thinking I was going to run out of patience if he didn’t go for it. If he didn’t do what we were both desperate for him to do.

He flung the towel to the floor and lifted me up into his arms. I opened my eyes and he carried me to his room. A room that I’d never entered. He dropped me on the bed and I pushed up on my elbows, checking out the space. There was nothing but his bed, a recliner, and a dresser. Not even any pictures on the walls or a bookshelf.

He moved slowly onto the bed, I waited in anticipation, my heart was beating out of control until his tongue stroked my neck, and I let out a quiet, slow moan. I needed some loving and attention from anyone, even if it was my captor. I didn’t know enough about relationships to know why I was attracted to him.

Maybe it was the scar that ran down the side of his face that made me want him because it made him appear vulnerable. He licked his lips as I moved to make myself comfortable on the bed. Then he took off his shirt in one quick swoop. His athletic frame was mine for the taking, and I couldn’t get over his perfect form. He had worked out a whole hell of a lot since I’d seen him last which was only a few months ago when I left Russia. Then, in slow motion, he lifted one leg and the next to get rid of his pants. His cock sprang into action as it jumped up once his pants were removed.

He didn’t wear boxers to contain the beast in front of me.

I’d never seen a guy naked, but the idea of something so big, and long should have scared me. But if anything, it just made me feel even more excited and a bit nervous.

He swooped on top of me and devoured my mouth like a starving man. His kiss was rough and primal. Something foreign to me, never having been with a man before, and a small panic welled inside my chest.

I patted him on the shoulder as I tried to gasp for air. When he looked down at me, I smiled, splaying my hand against his chest. “No need to be so rough. We’re not in a hurry, are we?” My voice was shaky and I hoped he didn’t suspect my innocence because I didn’t want him to stop. No matter how terrified I was of having sex for the first time. But there was a tension between us that had only grown since our encounter back at the cafe.

Our kisses grew slower and more thoughtful, reminding me of our first kiss and how after that, when I touched myself, Ithought of him. Of how I couldn’t get his kiss, or what it would be like to be with him, out of my mind.

He moved to the side, and I moved along with him. He looked into my eyes, and he gently caressed my hair with his fingers. My nipples were hard and erect, waiting for him to touch them, or even better, to lick them.

He ran his fingers down my waist and cupped my butt. My breathing intensified as he gently used his finger to trace under my bottom. He withdrew from there and moved in between my legs. He slowly inserted and removed his finger over and over, all while looking at me and nothing else. I opened my legs. I was so wet. I wanted him to make love to me, and the hornier I was becoming, the more my patience began to wear out.

I’d never wanted a guy this much. Was it because of the danger he represented?

“Close them,” he commanded as I tried to widen them. I did as he said. He then used his thumb to press against the top of my pussy while using his finger to continue to move in and out of me. I curled my toes as I arched my back and panted. He knew I was hungry for him, yet he was tormenting me. Then he came closer, close enough that my erect nipple was touching his, which was also hard. I wanted to suck it. I wanted to lick it, but I was under strict orders, and I knew if I disobeyed, he would stop.

He moved to the foot of the bed and watched me. I thought he was going to put something inside of me, hoping he would do something to relieve the tension that was burning up my body. I looked at him, confused about his motives and what he was about to do.

Without any explanation, he walked across the room and sat in the armchair.

What the fuck?

“I want you to do what you did the other night in the bathroom. Make yourself come.”

Bewilderment and horniness set in.

His crooked smile had my heart hammering in my chest. I was more turned on than I ever had been before and I wasn’t afraid to be sexual with him. I hadn’t had my medicine, and the idea of being sexual used to frighten me, but with him, all I did was crave him like a tormented slave freeing themselves from chains. I put my fingers inside me, all the while keeping my gaze focused on him. I did not for one moment stop watching him.

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