Chapter 11
ELEVEN
MOLLY
Yesterday, Alexander pampered me. I spent the entire day half expecting him to jump me and fuck me multiple times like he did the previous night. I stubbornly ignore the disappointment I felt when he didn’t.
He was his charming and caring self that I almost forgot he was keeping me hostage. That there is no end to his madness. The deal sounds too good to be true.
A trap.
However, what choice do I have but to play along?
Today, I’m blindfolded and being led down the hallway.
“Where are you taking me?” He doesn’t reply, heightening the suspense. “Alexander?”
God! Am I making a mistake in trusting him?
The next second, we pause and I hear a door creak open. He urges me forward, stepping inside it. My bare feet tense at the rough texture of the floor, unlike the smooth tiled one outside.
“A-Alex?”
His fingers brush along my neck, sending an electric shiver down my spine. He unties my blindfold, letting it free-fall. I blink my eyes open, adjusting to the semi-darkness, and gauge my surroundings.
I gasp, staring at the room and stumbling back in fear. I collide with his torso, stuttering, “What is this?”
“A basement fit for my gorgeous prisoner,” he drawls sinisterly. “With a cage to keep my little bird trapped.”
My eyes fly to the human-sized cage in the corner, with a mattress inside. There’s a cot right across it with a thin mattress. The headboard has built-in cuffs that look terrifying. There are two more at the foot of the bed.
If the bedroom was heaven, this room is hell.
A medieval BDSM dungeon, conjured straight from my wet dreams.
I cannot believe it was right down the hall. Or that Alexander customized it in under a week to fulfill my fantasies. It wasn’t just my personal diary he stole.
He knows my other secret, too.
My smutty story that I secretly wrote a long time ago.
A gateway to my secret desires.
I turn around, jabbing my finger in his chest. “You broke into my house, didn’t you?” He shrugs. “Jesus! It’s ironic how many laws you’re breaking for a sheriff.”
Also weirdly flattering.
You’re going mental, Molly.
In the five years Matt and I have been dating, he hasn’t put one-fourth of the effort or done grand gestures that his father has done in less than twenty-four hours.
Passion and madness are what I’ve secretly yearned for in my partner. A chemistry that tethers two souls together. An instant connection.
The kind Alexander and I experienced the moment we locked eyes on that highway.
Do I still have feelings for him? Am I being stubborn by refusing to see it?
Undoubtedly, what he’s done is wrong and psychotic. Having known him for so long, I know he never makes a decision lightly.
Is there something more he isn’t telling me? What piece am I missing?
“Are you going to keep me here?” I nervously ask. “For the rest of the week?”
He seizes my chin with a tight grip. “What did I tell you, little bird? I’m the one in command, which means you don’t get to ask questions. You only obey and keep me pleased if you ever wish to leave. I’m your lord, my pretty prisoner.”
My panties dampen at his domineering tone.
“Now strip.” He lets me go.
I made my bed and now, I must lie in it.
I want to.
He’s dangling the perfect bait that he knows I’ll bite.
I’m only wearing a shirt because I prefer to sleep in as few clothes as possible. Unbuttoning it while he watches raptly, I shrug it off and let it puddle around my feet. His dick tents the front of his sweatpants.
Of course, Alexander Smith has a perfect cock.
Long. Meaty. Veiny. A wide mushroom crown that’s peeking from his waistband and shining with a pearl of precum.
“Go kneel by the cage,” he orders, crossing his arms over his sculpted chest. The smattering of hair on his pecs adds to this masculinity.
The cage seems bigger and scarier the closer I get to it. When I kneel in front of it, it feels humongous. The bars with a gap wide enough to fit my arm.
Without sparing me a glance, he goes to the nightstand by the cot that I didn’t see before. It makes a squeaky noise when he tugs it open. I’m on the edge, wondering what he’s searching for.
A sex toy? Dildo? Vibrator? Paddle? A whip?
He turns around, unveiling a… leash.
And… a collar!
They both match my hair color, managing to appear both sensual and menacing.
Bridging the distance between us in two long steps, the leash dragging on the floor behind him, Alexander stops in front of me. Our eyes lock as he tucks my hair behind my ear and places the collar around my neck reverently.
“Stunning,” he praises gruffly.
My heart pitter-patters.
In the next breath, his gentleness blends into dominance. Wrapping my hair around his fist once, twice, he yanks my head back. If all my nerve endings weren’t already awakened, they would be at the pinprick of pain.
The sensation makes me hazy with lust, turning Alexander’s gaze heated.
“He’s neglected you so much, hasn’t he?” he murmurs. Tracing the edge of the leash along my bottom lip, he smirks. “Then again, daddies fuck better.”
Snap!
He attaches the leash to the hook in my collar and forces me onto my hands and knees.
“Eyes on me,” he commands.
I raise my head and stare at him, waiting for his next instruction. An eagerness to please every whim of this man births inside my chest.
“Crawl.” Turning around, he saunters to the cot while pulling me with the leash. Stopping beside the nightstand, he orders, “Up and bend over.”
Once I’m in position with my breasts squished against the slim mattress, my face turned the other way, I hear him open the drawer again. Goosebumps rise on my skin at the sound of rustling and crinkling.
I jump when he circles my wrists and pulls them behind my back, binding them with what feels like a rope. His calloused hands glide down to my ankles and attaches cuffs to them with a spreader bar.
The more he trusses and restrains me, the higher I float on a submissive cloud.
Once he finishes, I’m completely at his mercy.
A true captive.
A vessel for his use and pleasure.
The mattress dips when he sits next to me. I’m a ball of need, wet and aching, when I peer at him. Leaning over and hooking a finger in my collar at the back, he lifts my jelly-like body and tugs me between his legs with the leash.
“How badly do you desire your freedom, little bird?”
“Very badly,” I purr.
“Are you willing to be my plaything?”
“I am, Alex.”
Twisting the leash and bringing my face closer to his lap, he frees his thick erection and outlines my lips with precum. His musky scent goes straight into my lungs, growing stronger and hypnotic as he stuffs my already parted mouth with his shaft.
My jaw begins to ache before he’s halfway in. He doesn’t put me at ease or give me time to adjust, continuing to feed me every single inch. Tears burn my eyes from the stretch and the focus on trying not to graze him with my teeth.
I force myself to breathe through my nose as he forces my face flush against his groin.
“That’s it, little captive,” he groans thickly. “Feel my cock throb deep in your throat.”
He holds himself to the hilt.
I fight my bonds, losing air.
A tear escapes.
He swipes it away with his thumb.
“Save these pretty tears,” he mocks, loving my struggle. “At least, let me give you a real reason to cry first.”
I cough and sputter after he yanks my mouth off his glistening length. Pushing the excess saliva back inside my mouth, he pushes my head down while thrusting hard. Controlling the rhythm with the leash and a fist in my hair, he deep throats me over and over savagely.
“I’m going to use your holes all day long,” he growls over my bobbing head. “Until the last thought in your mind is leaving me. You’re going to beg to stay.”
I can hardly ponder over anything as his hardness becomes my entire focus.
Oh, how I’ve longed to be used like this.
I hollow out my cheeks, sucking and licking him, loving his salty taste. He slows his pace to bask in my worship. Drawing out, he lets me lap him up with my tongue.
“Greedy little thing,” he praises. “Loving her boyfriend’s dad’s cock.”
Heat blooms on my cheeks, but it’s not enough to stop me.
He chuckles.
“Look at me while you suck.” He tightens his fist in my hair until our eyes lock, mirroring illicit lust. “Lick my sack. Taste it all.”
I trail my lips down to his heavy balls and wrap around one, sucking lightly. Rolling it around my tongue, I pop it free and pay attention to the other.
Pulling himself free, he rubs his shaft all over my face before rising to his feet. Bending me over the bed once more, he grabs something from the side.
A butt plug a size bigger than average and lube.
My ass clenches.
“I bet Matt never played with your ass,” he taunts, caressing my ass cheeks. “Never even realized a wild girl like you craves it. Loves to explore.” I shiver as he spreads me for his lewd gaze and circles my back hole. “But I do.”
I hiss when he squirts lube right on my center. The coldness jolts my bound body. Swirling the gel all over me, he pushes a finger past my resisting muscles. The sensation is strange and new, but not painful like I expected.
“I won’t just play, I’m going to fuck and creampie it.” Sliding a second finger in, he huskily promises, “And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
Oh damn!
Lazily fucking me, he coaxes my ass into riding his digits. Pulling out just when it becomes to feel heavenly, the round head of the plug notches at my anus.
“Alex… Daddy!” I nervously utter.
“Shh… Be a brave girl and let it in.” Teasing me with the tip, he thrusts it back and forth.
“Take a deep breath and relax.” I exhale, allowing him to stretch and press the plug all the way in.
I fight the strong urge to push it out. Alexander drives it deeper, flattening the wide base flush against my skin. “No, keep it in. Get used to it.”
“I…” I squirm, doing as he commands. “…oh gosh!”
“Atta good girl.” Turning me over, he pulls on the leash until I’m kneeling at his feet. Fisting himself at the root, he nudges the crown at my lips. “Open your mouth like a good whore.”
Slamming into my waiting mouth until I gag at the speed and depth, he ruthlessly takes my throat repeatedly. Without a break. With all-consuming passion.
His balls slap under my chin as I moan and make unintelligible noises. He stares at my lips, raptly watching his shaft disappear in and out. The sloppy and drooling mess he’s making of my face.
“I’ve dreamt of this for eight long years, Molly,” he grunts. “Haven’t touched another because the mere idea made me want to cut my dick off. I didn’t even masturbate.”
It takes a second for his confession to kick in my frazzled brain.
I must’ve heard him wrong.
“You’ve been it for me since I laid eyes on you the first time.”
No way… He’s been celibate because of me?
“You’ve had me on an invisible leash without even knowing it.”
The pure longing, desire, and desperation in his rough voice undoes me. How did he keep it all inside for all these years? How the hell did I not see it?
It dismantles the wall I’ve been trying to build ever since he brought me here.
My palms ache to reach for him, but they’re stuck. So, I express the bundle of emotions inside my chest by parting my lips wider and sucking him on every thrust.
Our eyes lock in a trance as he goes for broke.
I accept his viciousness.
“You’re worth every torturous night I’ve spent alone in my bed.” Thrust. “Worth all the suffering from watching you kiss Matt.” Thrust. “Worth all the years I’ve spent waiting to have you.” Thrust. “You’re my reward, Molly.”
Withdrawing, he tilts my head back and strokes himself. His handsome face twisting in pleasure, he spurts his release, painting it all over my face.
I lick his cum clean as it lands on my lips.
“I didn’t give you permission to do that.” He slaps my cheek with his shaft. “I want my seed all over your pretty face until I’m done with you. Think of it as a reminder that you belong to me until I set you free. Understood?”
“Yes, Alexander.”