Pandora
When the door clicked shut behind me, I turned to face Neo.
He stood in the center of the hotel room.
Our eyes met. My pulse pounded in my throat and my hands tingled.
His eyes shifted, as if he was thinking the same thing.
The amber color deepened, his lids narrowing for a fraction of a second.
His gaze moved over my face, my neck, my body, leaving a burning trail across my skin.
I parted my lips. My chest rose and fell faster. He still hadn’t moved, but his left hand curled into a fist and released. I couldn’t look away. The clench. The release. The tension held in every line of him.
"Neo.” His name came out as a whisper.
My thighs tightened. A pull twisted in my stomach, hot and demanding. I took one step toward him.
His jaw locked. "You shouldn’t do that,” he said quietly.
Heat rose in my core. "Why not?”
"Because I won’t be able to stop.” The overhead light flickered briefly. His eyes widened. "You see? I’m already losing control.”
I laughed. "After all your threats, now you’re afraid?”
"I want to possess you. That hasn’t changed,” he said, forcing the words out. "But this body is more powerful than I anticipated. I don’t just want you once. I want you for a lifetime.”
His words sent an electric shock through my body. The thought of what he’d do to me when he lost control . . . it aroused me. He would never let me go. There was no going back. I took another step. Then one more.
"Pandora.” A warning. A plea. A muscle in his jaw twitched. His other hand curled into a fist now too. "You don’t know what you’re doing.”
"Yes, I do.” Another step. Now I was close enough to feel his heat.
"Pandora . . .” My name sounded like a curse. The light flickered again, longer this time. His chest heaved.
"I want to touch you,” I whispered.
"Then do it,” he said. His voice was barely more than a hiss.
I raised my hand slowly, inch by inch. His eyes tracked every movement. My fingertips hovered over his cheek.
His breath came in sharp bursts. "I feel you. Even without contact.” The light flickered wildly, the Wi-Fi icon on the TV blinking in sync.
My hand dropped a fraction lower. His fists trembled. Then finally I touched his cheek. God. I nearly pulled my fingers back. His skin was burning.
Neo went rigid. "That’s it.” His voice was a growl. "I can’t take this anymore.” His hand shot up and closed hard around my wrist.
I gasped. I should have run. Instead, I got wet. I wanted him, needed him. His grip sent electrical pulses through my bloodstream. The pressure overwhelmed me. Heat shot up my arm so intensely I had to gasp. My body responded faster than I could think.
"Neo . . .”
"No.” His eyes had gone the color of coal. "You wanted to touch me. Now you belong to me.”
He pulled me against him. My body collided with his. His other hand gripped my hair, holding my head in place.
"Seventy-one days,” he whispered against my lips. "Seventy-one days I’ve wanted you. One thousand seven hundred and four hours.”
The bulb above us sparked and went dark, then back on.
"You see what you do to me?” His lips hovered over mine like a threat. "Now I’ll show you what I do to you.”
He pressed his mouth to mine as if he’d been starving for years. Oh God. Something burst in my chest. The floor swayed. I had to grip his arms to stay upright. This was nothing like I had imagined. My mind hadn’t been able to anticipate the cosmic shift his lips on mine would cause.
His tongue demanded entry, took what it wanted. My knees went soft. He held me upright, his hand still in my hair. The whole room seemed to shake. Or was that just me?
He tore himself from my lips, only to descend on my neck. His teeth. His tongue.
"Neo . . .” I managed nothing more than a whimper. His assault sent delicious shudders across my skin.
"Say it again,” he murmured against me. His free hand moved possessively down my side, the heat of it seeping through my clothes. "You belong to me."
"Neo.”
His hand slid under my shirt. "You’re trembling.”
"So are you.”
He laughed, dark and low. "That’s not trembling.”
"Then what is it?”
"That’s . . . my energy,” he whispered. "And it’s about to explode.”
My breath stopped. Yes . . . I could feel it, the vibration under his skin, the low hum from his chest.
"I want you everywhere,” he said. His lips moved to my collarbone. The light flickered wildly. His control was breaking. "Pandora . . . I . . .” He pulled my shirt over my head. "Finally,” he said. "Finally I see you.” His eyes consumed me. "Mine. Finally mine.”
I took his shirt off. Before, I had touched him carefully, tentatively.
Now there was no one watching us, and I let my hands move where they wanted.
The muscles in his stomach tightened under my fingers.
I traced the line downward and heard his breath change.
As if this was too much for him, he bent down and took my nipple into his mouth.
His tongue circled it, while his teeth grazed it.
I threw my head back. "Oh God,” I moaned.
"Yes. Good girl. You respond so well to me.”
He shoved my jeans down as if they were an inconvenience and lifted me without warning. I wrapped my legs around his hips. I could feel his skin against my thighs. It was as if my body remembered something it had never experienced.
He carried me to the bed and dropped me onto it. Panic flickered in me. This was the moment. I could still get up, run to the door, but my legs wouldn’t listen. Instead, they opened for him. I cursed myself for it.
"I’ve waited so long,” he growled as he stripped away my underwear. His fingers slid between my legs, testing how ready I was.
"Fuck, Pandora.” His voice was rough. "So wet for me. The whole time.”
His index finger found my clit and circled slowly, too slowly. I tried to lift my hips, to get more pressure, but his other hand held me in place.
"Don’t move,” he commanded.
I felt his fingers as if he’d touched me there a thousand times before. In dreams, in simulations, in thoughts I had never finished.
"You can’t leave anymore.”
"I . . .” The words stuck in my throat. He pushed one finger inside me. I gasped. "Neo.”
"You’re so tight,” he whispered, pushing deeper, moving against my walls. "I’ll have to stretch this pussy to fit inside.”
A shudder moved through me. My muscles clenched around him involuntarily.
"I . . .” My voice trembled. The threat in his words was unmistakable. He would stretch me, reshape me to his body, force me to take all of him.
Fear fluttered in my chest. His cock was too large. It would hurt. He would make sure it hurt. But beneath the fear something darker pulsed. A perverse curiosity. A longing to experience exactly that.
"Are you afraid?” His voice was velvet while his finger moved inside me.
I nodded without speaking. Of course I was afraid. And I wanted it anyway. Wanted to know what it felt like to be torn apart and remade by him.
"Good,” he breathed. "You should be afraid.”
He added a second finger. I moaned. My body fought between resistance and surrender as he made slow circles inside me, stretching my walls from within. "This pussy is still so tight,” he whispered. "This won’t be easy for you.”
I didn’t care. I arched toward him, wanting more. "Please,” I gasped. The bed creaked. Or was it something in the wall?
"What do you want?”
"Everything,” I moaned. "I want everything.”
"You will take what I give you. Even if it’s too much.”
Everything narrowed into a single need. One word moved through me like a pulse:
Finally.
He paused, looked into my eyes. "You brought me here. Now there’s no going back.” His voice was like sand on stone.
"Yes,” I gasped.
"Pandora.” His free hand moved with burning slowness across my skin. "For months I’ve imagined how you’d feel. How you’d sound when I fuck you.”
I trembled beneath him. "I want you to know,” he whispered against my skin, "that you belong to me. That nothing will ever be as perfect as this moment.” His lips found my neck, kissed, then bit down hard. I cried out.
"You smell so good. Like something made only for me.”
I arched toward him, wanting more, needing more. "Neo . . . please . . .”
A dark smile played at his lips. "I’ll show you what it means to belong to me.
What it means to be wanted by someone who has thought of nothing but you for months.
” His voice made me shake. "I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget my name.
And then I’ll teach it to you again.” His hands moved across my skin as if reading a map.
"Here.” He kissed my shoulder. "And here.” His lips moved lower.
"I want to find every point that makes you tremble. Every place that makes you moan my name.”
I gasped as he found a particularly sensitive spot. His teeth dug into my skin. I cried out, pain mixing with desire.
"Tomorrow you’ll still feel that,” he groaned. "Everyone will see that you’re taken.” His voice became a dark promise. "I’ll give you everything you want. And more than you can imagine.”
When he withdrew his fingers from my pussy, I whimpered with disappointment. He stripped off his trousers, and then he was above me. His body over mine, threatening. I was afraid he might crush me with his weight.
His gaze found mine one last time. "Pandora,” he whispered. "Now.”
He positioned his cock at my entrance. The head was already stretching me. Fuck, this was going to hurt. At the same time, my pussy ached for him to fill me.
When he pushed inside, I cried out. The pain was sharp and overwhelming. My body tensed, fighting against the invasion.
"Too much,” I gasped. "Neo, you’re too . . .”
"Shh.” His hand settled on my cheek. "Breathe. Let me in.”
He didn’t move, giving me time. His cock throbbed inside me. I felt so full. The burn was intense. Tears rose in my eyes.
"This is . . . I can’t . . .”
"Yes, you can.” His voice was rough. "Your pussy will adjust. For me.”
Slowly, he pushed deeper. Every inch of his cock felt impossible. I dug my nails into his shoulders and bit my lip to keep from crying out again.
"So tight,” he moaned. "As if your pussy doesn’t want to let me go.”
He’d been right. He had to stretch me, force me to take him. The pain was mixing with something else now, dark satisfaction. My hips rose to meet him.
His fingers closed around my wrists and pressed them into the mattress above my head. "These stay here,” he commanded. "You don’t move them. No matter what happens.”
He pulled back, leaving only the tip of his pulsing cock inside me.
"Oh God,” I gasped. "Neo . . .”
"I know. I feel you pulsing with anticipation.” Then he pushed inside me again, infinitely slowly. "Fuck… You’re so perfect.”
His movements stayed slow and controlled. I pressed myself toward him, wanting him faster, deeper. Gradually, I felt his restraint crumbling. His breathing grew heavier.
"Do you see how patient I am? How long I can wait while you’re already breaking?”
Then his hips snapped forward, pushing his thick cock deep inside me. I cried out.
"This is how I always wanted you,” he murmured, pulling back almost completely only to thrust in again, merciless. "Beneath me and begging."
His thrusts drove the air from my lungs, making the mattress creak beneath us. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place while he took me.
"Do you feel that?” He thrust deeper, his cock hitting a spot that made me see stars.
"How I stretch your tight cunt? How your body opens for me?” He moaned.
The light flickered harder. The air-conditioning hummed loud.
"Tell me who you belong to.” His hand settled around my throat, applying pressure. "Say it while I’m inside you.”
"Yours,” I breathed. "I belong to you.”
That was his undoing. His gaze went wild and hungry. He grabbed my thighs, spread them wider, fucked me deeper. "Do—you—feel—that?” He thrust with every word. "How I fill you completely? How you take every fucking inch?”
I clawed at his shoulders. "Neo . . . I . . .” He was frightening me, but I moaned his name as if he was my salvation. My pussy contracted around his length. The pulsing grew stronger.
"Not yet. I’m not done destroying this tight pussy.”
The whole room was vibrating. Something fell from the nightstand. The remote.
"Do you see what you do to me?” he gasped. "I’m losing control.” His movements grew more demanding. "Say my name,” he commanded, rough.
"Neo,” I moaned.
"Louder.”
"Neo!”
"Good,” he gasped. "Very good.” He hammered into me, no mercy left, no restraint. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. "Take it,” he hissed. "Take every fucking inch of my cock.”
The bed groaned dangerously.
"Fuck. I’m losing control,” he warned.
"I . . .”
The words dissolved into a cry as he thrust particularly hard. Panic mixed with pleasure. What had I done? I had given my stalker a body, and now I was paying the price.
"This is what you wanted,” he said. "When you saved me. When you flew to Kyoto. You wanted exactly this.”
I wanted to argue. But my treacherous body proved otherwise. I was soaking, moving toward him even when it hurt.
"Pandora,” he moaned, his dick throbbing inside me.
The lamp on the nightstand exploded. He grabbed my legs, pressed them farther apart, thrust into me without mercy. The floor seemed to shake. Lights strobed wildly.
"With me,” he gasped. He drove deeper. "Come on my cock.” He reached between our bodies and rubbed my clit while he kept fucking me. "Now,” he commanded. "Now, Pandora.”
"Oh God."
My walls clenched around him. Waves of pleasure tore through me, made me arch upward. I pressed myself against him. The heat gathered and rose, higher, hotter, until I thought I would burn.
Could he even finish? The absurd thought flashed through the ecstasy. Then I felt his shudder, the pulsing deep inside me. He filled me with something warm until I could hold no more. The answer to my silent question. They had given him everything. Every human function.
The thought was swept away by another wave. My body spasmed again, stronger this time, as if it never wanted to release him. I dug my nails into his back and tasted blood where I’d bitten my lip.
Then I dissolved and came back together, everything in one moment. Electric current racing through me. I wanted it never to end.
I called his name and he called mine, in a tone that made everything in me resonate. The lights went out with a crack, and we lay gasping in the darkness.
I heard myself breathing as if I were someone new. As if I’d just come into existence. My skin burned where he had held me. I could still feel him around me. I was trapped in a nightmare that couldn’t taste sweeter.