I close my eyes and sigh, then stammer, “I don’t care if – if you’re with other women. It’s got nothing to… nothin’ to do with me. I met you hours ago. And it’s not real.”
“It’s real, baby. And…” He leans in closer, “You fucking know it. Pay attention. You’ll feel it like I do.”
I shake my head vigorously. “Listen, you’re really hot, as I’m sure you already know, and you seem like a lot of fun. The sex was nice, but-”
His eyebrows fly up. “Nice?” He backs off me a little, sits back on his ankles, folds his arms across his chest, and waits.
“You probably know some witches, right? Call one and tell them what I told you. I’ll sign something if needed to say we don’t care that my aunt gave them all that money. They can just reverse the spell with no worries. If they need me to pay for their reversal services, I’ll do that. I’ll put it on a credit card and pay it off later. It’s my aunt that did this, so that’s not your fault. And I’m sorry on her behalf for the inconvenience to you. I’ll need you to give me directions for where to pick up my sister, so do that now and – ”
“Do people normally do what you say just because you say it?” he asks, humor in his eyes. “That must be it.”
My temper flares. I don’t appreciate the fact that he’s not taking this seriously at all. “Do you know a witch that can help or don’t you?”
“I don’t know any witches.”
“Then, I’ll need you to take me to my sister.”
“I’ll try and make arrangements for you to see her in a couple days.”
A couple days? A COUPLE DAYS?
“Buddy… hear me, please.” I huff out my exasperation.
He leans forward, grabs the back of my neck, and then his mouth crashes into mine.
It dawns that I’m moaning instead of grunting in protest, so I feebly try to pull back. This doesn’t work, so I try pushing him off. That also doesn’t work.
“So, the sex was nice? Just nice?” he asks, mouth too close to mine, still firmly gripping the back of my neck.
I blow out a breath so hard my lips vibrate. He still does not budge.
“For me, it was the best fucking coupling I’ve ever had. Better than I could fathom. Since it was just nice for you… let’s see if I can do better this time. How about that?”
This makes my belly dip, but his mouth is on mine as I squeak out a protest. He ignores that. I push as hard as I can and this buys me an inch, maybe.
“No. Stop.”
Words. They do work.
“Yes,” he denies.
“No!” I twist as hard as I can out of his grasp, and he releases me, so I roll off the bed, and while scrambling to get away from him, he snatches the towel I’m wrapped in. I sacrifice modesty for my escape, but he still captures me before I’m even out of the room.
“Damn it!”
I really need to work out more. So much for dropping a dress size, which I was going to do for the wedding, start working out, do some cardio, but I haven’t had time with all the wedding planning, plus I, like food. A lot. I’m out of shape. He’s going to catch me every single time – unless I find a way to take off when he’s not looking. There’s a thought.
Let him fuck and then feed me, and then sneak off? It looks like he’s not about to let me go willingly, so I’m going to have to be crafty about it. That little Jiminy Cricket conscience voice inside me is whisper-screaming that I don’t need to get laid again, that I should do everything I can do to discourage it. I do feel guilty about it – but I’m going to duct tape Jiminy’s mouth for now.
If I have to get laid one more time to be able to get out of here, so be it. It’s not like I’m going to get sex like this again in the regular world.
I’m having trouble with the duct tape here. Guilt slides through me.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he informs, carrying me back to the bed, setting me down, but caging me in as he hovers over me, “I’m gonna fuck you and feed you, and then maybe we’ll catch another nap or curl up and talk. Get to know one another. Then it’ll be time to fuck you again and hopefully you’re more agreeable about us. If not, I’ll probably have to fuck you after that, too. Not a hardship. Tomorrow, we’ll go pick up your things, you’ll dump the guy that thinks you’re his, and we’ll get you moved in here. How’s that?”