Chapter 20 Basia
BASIA
Harsh, monstrous breathing sounds in my ears, and there’s a heavy, solid weight on me. I’m covered in a thin layer of sweat, my hair sticking to my forehead. Pleasure radiates from my core where something slams against all the right spots. A familiar scent invades my nostrils, masculine but clean.
I struggle to open my eyes, but they feel glued together.
When my lashes finally peel away from each other, it takes me a minute to understand what I’m seeing, what I’m feeling.
A man is on top of me, pumping inside me.
His broad, tattooed shoulders block most of my view.
His skin is tanned and scarred in places, and glistening with sweat as he works.
It’s his harsh breaths I hear, though they don’t sound human—it sounds like I’m being mauled by a beast.
Panic comes slowly—too slowly and overshadowed by pleasure. Am I drunk? How did I get here? What’s happening?
Clearly sensing a change in me, the man pulls his head back.
For a moment, I just look at him. Burning dark eyes stare down at me with a possession that makes my heart stop beating.
The lower half of his face is covered with a gas mask, two filters on each side, his panting breath coming through like something out of a nightmare.
Who is he? Why is he—
All at once, I realize what’s happening here.
I take a deep, gasping breath and let out a bloodcurdling shriek.
The man groans, his eyes almost crossing with lust, but he presses a big, callused palm against my mouth, muffling my scream.
“Fuck, yeah, baby,” he orders darkly. “Scream for me.”
At his words, my pussy clenches around his invasion, and shame heats up my cheeks. Why am I so wet, so close to coming?
He braces on his free hand so he can slam against me harder. His grunts fill what I now realize is my bedroom as his eyes bore into mine. They look familiar, but I’m not sure…
“I can feel your cunt fluttering around my dick, baby. You feel so fucking good. Bet you’re going to soak it just like you soaked the bottle I fucked you with.”
I stop breathing, looking at him with horror. Did he just say that he—
“Yeah, darling.” He reaches for something and comes up with an empty Corona bottle, like the ones I collect for recycling. “I had half of this inside you. You fucking loved it. Came so hard fucking hard.”
Tears leak from the corners of my eyes. This monster broke into my apartment and molested me in my sleep? Why didn’t I wake up? Why am I… so damn wet? What’s wrong with me?
He leans close again, his intense eyes all I can see.
“As much as it makes my dick hard, baby, you’re not gonna scream again, or I’ll knock you out.” He grinds against me, making me grunt with pleasure-pain. “Understood?” he asks, his voice brooking no argument.
Numbly, I nod, and more tears spill down my cheeks. My traitorous body melts for him.
“Such a good girl for me.” He twists his hips, the lines around his eyes deepening when I moan in response. “This pussy was made for me. And you’ll let me put whatever I want in it, won’t you, darling?”
That endearment again. It’s so familiar. A name claws its way to the forefront of my mind, gone before I can grasp it.
The man’s hand leaves my mouth and slides down my jaw, stopping on my neck, where he gently presses down.
My eyes flutter closed at the pressure, reopening slowly when he laughs, the sound ominous behind the mask.
“So responsive,” he praises quietly, his hips never stopping their onslaught. “You’re mine now, Basia. I’m never letting you go. Do you know that?”
I don’t answer, tingles racing down my spine as his pelvis grinds against my clit, the tip of his cock still expertly dragging against the sensitive nerves inside.
His hand tightens on my throat, making my eyes open fully. The world has a hazy quality, the background blurring, like he’s in center stage and everything else is unimportant.
“Answer me.” The command is a hiss of air that makes my hair stand up at the same time as my womb clenches with desire. There’s something seriously wrong with me.
“Y—yes,” I stutter breathlessly. “I’m yours.”
“Show me, baby,” he rumbles, grinding against me faster. “Surrender to me. Let me see how filthy you are, coming for a masked stranger.”
“Oh god, oh fuck,” I moan, my eyes going unfocused as pleasure starts to claim me.
“Look at me, Basia,” the man commands. “Look at who’s making you come.”
His words send me over the edge, my body shaking violently as a ball of bliss detonates inside me almost painfully hard, my pussy clamping over the stranger’s cock.
My orgasm seems endless, wave after wave taking hold of my muscles.
A pressure releases in my core, and I close my eyes in shame—I think I’m peeing.
“Ah, shit, Basia,” the man grunts, his hips stuttering. “You’re squirting for me, baby. Fuck yes, that’s my girl.”
When I look at him again, his head is thrown back, the tendons of his neck straining as he slams in one more time and lets loose a roaring moan. I feel his cock kick inside me with every spurt of come—shit, he’s in me bare.
This has to be a dream, right? I wouldn’t come like that if this were real. I’ll wake up tomorrow and laugh at my dirty mind.
Still breathing hard, the man reaches for his mask and pulls it off. Sweat from his brow drips down onto my naked skin. When he looks up and gives me a broad, satisfied smile, it finally clicks.
Caleb. My bodyguard. My… mine.
I almost laugh, but now that my muscles are jelly, unconsciousness tries to pull me back in with a vengeance.
“Shit, baby, that was amazing,” Caleb whispers, lowering his face to mine and kissing my lips tenderly, such a contrast to how he just fucked me.
“Yeah,” I agree breathily, then turn my head so I don’t yawn in his face. “Let’s do it again,” I mumble, my words slurring together into one horny jumble.
Caleb chuckles and kisses my cheek before pulling out.
“You’re gonna regret saying that tomorrow when you can’t walk in a straight line.”
“I don’t care,” I breathe. My eyelids are heavier than stone.
The last thing I hear is a scoff and whispered words.
“Sleep, darling. I’ll clean you up.”