Chapter 29
Chapter twenty-nine
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As hot as the sex was on our wild excursion to find Di, I was eager to be on my knees for Mac again.
His assistant was at the apartment, worn out from her ordeal and everything she did to cover up what happened at my father’s.
The three of us slept until sunrise, and then we caught a plane back home.
Di is now safely set up in the guest house, and I’m standing awkwardly in Mac’s bathroom. He told me to shower, so I make sure I am squeaky clean, with lube in the place I hope he wants to explore. I still miss him washing me.
Since he plans to keep me, maybe I can ask for things?
“What are you doing, pet?”
Mac’s voice startles me and I let out a curse in Spanish. “You scared me.”
He moves into the room, and I notice the lack of clothing.
Mac is down to his briefs, the dark-blue fabric accentuating his package.
He looks at me in the mirror as he cages me against the black marble counter between the two sinks.
The cool stone makes me hiss as it touches my bare hips over the towel I'm wrapped in. I wonder if he’s ever had anyone here to use the second one.
“Do I normally scare you?”
“No,” I reply adamantly, shaking my head. Then I remember thinking he’d kill me when I was first taken. “Not anymore. I was just deep in thought.”
“Mmm,” Mac hums, nibbling at my ear lobe and pressing his bulge into my bare lower back. I can feel the heat of him and moan. “What were you thinking about so deeply?”
“Thinking?” I feel my breath sawing in and out as I try to remember what was on my mind when he walked in. “Oh, um…I miss you washing me. Being in charge of me. Controlling when I peed.”
That last part comes out in a whisper, unbidden, and I can’t believe what I’ve admitted. I close my eyes and wait for him to laugh at me. When it doesn’t come, I peek one eye open. There’s no laughter, but he does have a smirk on his face.
“I miss that too, pet.”
“You do?” I ask in surprise, turning in his arms.
“Of course.” Mac does chuckle now at my shocked expression. “I like to control everything you do, pet.”
Without warning, he lifts me to sit on the counter, moving between my knees. I hitch my legs around his hips and wrap my arms around Mac’s neck, hoping for a kiss. Instead, he pulls at the spot where my towel is tucked in, causing the fabric to fall to the side, revealing my hardening dick.
“How do you want to control me, Sir?” I ask in a breathy voice as he runs strong fingers up my bare thighs. And I am bare to him. With my legs spread, he can look and touch his fill.
“I want to use your pretty mouth and tight hole whenever I’d like,” Mac tells me, tracing my mouth with one hand while the other teases at the crease between my thigh and hip. “And I want you to come to work with me.”
“What?” is the only word I get out before Mac’s fingers are in my mouth, the other gripping the base of my cock.
“Suck, pet,” he instructs and I slobber on the two digits on my tongue, laving at them like I would his dick. “You like to cook,” he states and I nod. “And you’re good at social media?”
Nodding again, I hum in affirmation around his fingers. His hand moves on my dick, but at a glacial pace. I try to hump into his hand, but that makes him stop.
“You’ll come when my dick is inside of you, but it won’t make me stop.
” My eyes roll back in my head at the mental image of coming all over myself while Mac uses me.
“We’ll talk specifics later, but I’ll wash you and make sure every aspect of your life is controlled by me.
You can take over my social media from Di, since she hates it and you can cook for us. ”
“Yes,” I agree as Mac takes his fingers from my mouth. I feel like a bobblehead, but I have liked everything he’s been saying. “Want you to be in control. Don’t want to make decisions.”
Lifting my balls with the hand on my dick, Mac moves his wet fingers to my hole. He circles my entrance and I claw at his shoulders, wanting him inside of me. “Did you prepare for me?”
“Yes, Sir. Please?” I beg, right as Mac presses his middle finger a knuckle deep. “Fuck.”
“I’m in control of what you eat, what you wear, where you go, and when you come,” Mac punctuates each statement with a thrust inside. He adds his other finger and I bury my head in his neck. “Do you understand, Pet?”
“Yes! I’m yours. Yours to have and use however you like.”
“Mine,” Mac growls and removes his fingers. Before I can voice my complaint, he takes his dick out and I see the wet tip. My mouth waters, but I want him to fill my ass. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours, Sir. Only yours.”
“Good boy.”
Mac pushes his tip at my entrance, using his other hand to scoot me forward until my ass hangs over the edge. He presses forward, and I use my heels at the top of his ass to urge him to move faster.
Sinking to the root in one thrust, we both groan in pleasure.
My hot breath is on his neck and our sounds echo on the large space.
He smells clean and like expensive cologne, and I wonder if he freshened up in the bedroom before joining me in the bathroom.
If he showered separately tonight to give me space, I plan to make him promise I will never have to shower alone again.
I grin to myself at the idea Mac put in effort for me until he punches the breath out of me again.
Gripping my ass in his hands, Mac lifts me off the counter and steps back, “Hang on.”
He walks us out of the bathroom, never letting his dick leave me, though the movements are sweet torture of what’s to come. We tumble onto the bed and I cling to him like a spider monkey. Mac calls me his pet, but he never says what type.
Pressing me into the mattress, Mac settles his weight over me. “I’ve never fucked anyone in this bed before. Rarely fucked in beds at all.”
Tracing his brow line where I usually see glasses, I’m touched by how I get to see a different side of the killer. It makes me feel vulnerable and inadequate. “Why me?”
Mac thrusts deeper before slowly pulling almost all the way out and pumping into me again and again before he answers. “I’ve traveled the world and studied a lot of cultures. Many have beliefs I scoff at, seeing them as hokey folklore to explain things before there was science. But maybe…”
“Yeah?” I ask, running my fingers along his back as he fucks into me at a glacial pace. I find I’m more interested in his words than orgasming.
“The Greeks believed people were split in half by Zeus, and needed to seek out their other half. The Chinese tell of the red thread, that fate connects us supernaturally. The Jews have a bashert, or "destined one" we’re connected to. I’m not sure anyone could be as perfect a match for me as you.”
Tears spring to my eyes and I feel my throat clog. I don’t have words to match his, though I know he means them more in an academic way than being romantic. I even find his logical mind attractive. Saying the three words most people want to hear are irrelevant to him, but I feel them in my heart.
“Make love to me, Mac,” I choke out, and he smiles down at me. “I want a piece of you inside of me.”
“With pleasure.”
Mac doesn’t point out that he’s already inside of me, that his cum won’t stay there permanently either. No, he fulfills my request in the way I want the most. Not with tenderness or empty promises. Mac fucks me hard.
When we’re covered in sweat, Mac’s skin flushed red in the lamplight from exertion, he takes my dick in hand and commands, “Come on my cock.”
A shudder races through me as electricity runs up my spine and back to my balls. They seize up as I spill over his fist. I let out burst after burst across my stomach and chest as I shout from the intense pleasure. Mac milks my cock through my aftershocks before gripping my collar in one hand.
“Perfect for me,” Mac whispers as he stills inside of me. I can feel the pulse of his dick unleashing inside of me as my ass tightens around him. When he finishes spilling it all, Mac collapses on top of me. “So perfect.”
Smiling to myself at his words, I can’t help but agree. Right here, in the arms of a killer, my killer, is the perfect place for me to be.