One of his hands grasped my left ass check hard, reigniting the burn so that I whimpered and yelped. The other slid over my shoulder to grasp my chin.
“Look at us, bella,” Alexander demanded as he forced my face up and locked eyes with me in the reflection of the mirror opposite. “Look how right it is for me to fuck you like this. For your sweet body to take my pain and my cock. Look how you blossom even more beautifully than you normally are.”
It was true; my eyes were bright gold coins in my flushed, damp face, and my lips were so red they winked like rubies as I panted. Alexander’s big body was curved over me, his abs tight and gleaming, damp gold hair falling into his furiously aroused face. He looked like a king fucking a servant girl because it was his right.
I squeezed my eyes shut as an orgasm gripped me by the throat and wrenched away my breath. My cum splashed out of his thrusting cock, wetting his thighs and the ottoman below us. The hand on my chin went into my hair and fisted it so that he could ride my orgasm out, fucking into me so hard that the one orgasm split into two, then fractured into four.
I submitted to it all, allowing Alexander to play my body and claim my mind as ruthlessly as he wished, and I was ultimately rewarded with a coarse shout that heralded his own climax.
He pumped wetly into my snug cunt, groaning at the feeling of my still clenching walls, and then he pulled out suddenly, letting our combined juices slide down my leg. I could see his face, ruddy with satisfaction and primal with male pride as he watched us sluice down my leg, and it made a mini orgasm quake through in the wake of them all.
“Mine,” he growled, his civilized veneer crushed beneath the overwhelming power of the hungry, dominant beast at his core. “Fucking mine.”
It was strange to wake up in a bed. In fact, my back ached from the softness of the mattress, and I’d thrown off most of the covers in the night because I couldn’t sleep with the heat of them compressing me. I didn’t expect Alexander to be in bed beside me because he always left immediately after using me. Still, I couldn’t help myself from seeking the scent of him on the pillow next to me, his forested fragrance woven into the silk fabric. It heated my blood instantly and ignited an itch between my thighs I knew nothing but his fingers or cock could gratify.
My entire body felt loose and warm with gratification after being thoroughly worked over hours earlier, but my brain felt sore and swollen between my ears as if I had an infection I didn’t know how to treat. I’d loved the pleasure given to me and the erotic sight of such a strong man with his mouth on my most intimate place, bringing me to orgasm not because I needed it but simply because he wanted to. His controlling nature shouldn’t have been so intoxicating, but I knew myself well enough to admit that I was in his thrall.
It was hard to fight against something I didn’t understand and had no prior experience with. Desire was foreign to pre-sale Cosima. I’d never had a crush or felt attraction like a branding iron to my breasts and thighs, marking me with the scarlet letter of my unholy impulses.
I knew it now, all too well, and I had absolutely no defences to it.
Alexander was winning a game I didn’t know the rules enough to play myself. It felt horribly unjust, and I found myself growing angrier and angrier as I washed myself in the shower and readied myself for the day.
Seeing the outfit laid out on my bed when I emerged from the bathroom only threw alcohol on the flames of my rage.
I was his doll to dress just as I was his flesh to use and his mouse to hunt.
I added this transgression to my list of hatred against him even as I rubbed the luxe fabric of the floral patterned wrap dress between my fingers.
It fit beautifully, just as the ludicrously expensive La Pearla lingerie in a shimmering gold fit too and magnified my curves. I knew he liked me in gold, not because it looked well on me, but because it cheapened me. It was a physical representation of the wealth he’d used to buy me like prized horse flesh.
For a moment, I considered ditching the outfit and walking around stark naked, but the idea of all those cameras and all those eyes on me was ultimately too much, even for someone as relatively immodest as I am.
There was no note on the bedside table and no instructions to follow, so with only a moment’s hesitation, I tried to open the door to my chambers.