15. -14-
Dorian
They argued. I couldn’t hear the reason, but judging by their voices, it was intense.
Too bad that little villain closed the door.
I would gladly use their inconsistency in dealing with this situation against them.
Still, it was only my assumption, and perhaps they argued about something else.
One could never know with these psychos.
Adjusting my arms in restraints, I looked outside.
The tall trees blocked the view, but I still detected the heavy clouds that were the omen of the storm, outside and inside.
I expected the interrogation and torture to start at any moment since the guy showed up.
The woman was a different story, though.
There, I could push through. If she came without him, her obvious interest in me would quickly turn into a weapon. I just needed a chance.
A smile tugged at my lips as I watched the trees sway in the wind. The fog clouding my brain finally lifted. My head still pounded, my mouth felt like sandpaper, and dehydration threatened to split my skull, but at least I could think again.
However, what lifted my mood even more than that was healthy, because obviously I should have been scared because the nutcases kidnapped me, was the gorgeous, very skilled villainess who fired me up like the devil who wished to burn me in my own flames.
My cock twitched, and the memory of her hot, wet mouth caused a wave of pleasure to wash over me.
I had no idea if it was because of the remains of the drug cocktail in my veins or if I momentarily lost my common sense, but she made me feel like no woman had in years.
I wasn’t the submissive type. I loved control in every aspect of my life, but this new situation opened the door to the room I was eager to explore.
I was never in a position where I had to follow orders, not at work, and surely not in my private life.
The only person I ever took advice from was my father.
I respected and loved my mother, and I would do anything for my brothers.
My family was sacred to me, but anyone outside my tiny circle was an intruder.
Yes, women were fun, and I enjoyed every second in their company, but that was pretty much it.
At work, I kept my distance from nurses and female doctors so I wouldn’t overstep boundaries.
I treated them with respect and politely turned down every offer that landed on my table.
They thought I was flirty and charming, and I supported the image with mischievous smiles and playful winks.
But it never went beyond that. They were off-limits.
Dad often reminded me not to mix work with pleasure, and it was one of the best things he taught me.
The absolute best was throwing knives at moving, breathing targets.
Fuck, I loved scaring Malin’s poor victims with blades flying around them.
Unwelcome sadness flooded my chest, and I quickly buried the memories of my dad where they belonged, in the back of my mind where I stored them for the deep dark nights when I needed to feel his presence.
This wasn’t the time nor the place to submerge in the past. This was the moment to decide on my tactics if my captors chose to torture me.
I had no idea what they wanted from me, but I wasn’t here because they thought I was handsome.
The sound of the door opening stirred me from my thoughts, and the new main female lead of my dreams walked in.
She turned on the old lamp because the sun was almost set on the horizon, then moved toward the bed.
She walked slowly, elegantly, with confidence and grace.
Her chin was lifted, her shoulders straightened, and her plump lips curled in a bold smirk.
The black leather outfit hugged her body in all the right places, instantly forcing images of her sucking my cock to flood my mind.
She was the embodiment of the sex goddess, the ruler of my secret fantasies.
Fuck, how had I never discovered that I liked dominant women in bed?
Oh, yeah. I know. Women lay at my feet. Whatever I asked them to do, they happily did.
No matter what kind of craziness we tried, they collaborated and fulfilled all my requirements.
I loved control, and they let me command, manage, and even manipulate them as I pleased.
But hell, this was an exciting change, and I was about to enjoy every single second of it.
“Are we free to continue where we left off, ma vilaine?” I asked, winking at her flirtatiously. My cock strained against my boxer briefs, open to any kind of fun with his new favorite female.
“You should rest, Dorian,” she lectured in a sweet voice, sitting beside me.
The way my name rolled off her tongue, with sensuality and fascination, made my balls tingle.
She placed her small gloved hand on my abdomen, her fingers playing with the button of my shirt. “We’ll have time to fool around later.”
“Why not fool around right now?” I teased, using her obvious desire for me against her. She wanted me, but for some reason, she held herself back. “You promised me a threesome.”
She raised her eyes from my abdomen, and I cast her my best innocent smile.
I’d trained it in front of the mirror to perfection since I noticed the first hair growing on my upper lip.
And complemented by the sexy, lustful look that made the girls lose their panties, I knew she couldn’t resist me.
She couldn’t, not when she stared at me as if I were the main prize in a lottery.
“I did, didn’t I?” She smiled, her full lips making my cock throb with need in my suddenly tight pants.
The mystery of not knowing her identity, the restraints, and the gun on her hip were a deadly combination.
Accompanied by her almost-worshipful touches and the fascinated gleam in her eyes every time she looked at me, she made me wonder if maybe this kidnapping had nothing to do with my family. What if it was about me?
All the alarms in my brain went off at once. She unbuttoned my shirt and exposed my tattooed torso, but I was miles away from her sinful tongue licking my chest. The idea that she was obsessed with me clouded my mind, and I started looking for more signs.
Why didn’t she interrogate me when I woke up?
Why didn’t she offer me something in exchange for freedom?
Why didn’t she contact my brothers about a ransom?
What the fuck?
I flinched when she squeezed my cock, my eyes slightly widening when I realized she had already gotten it out of my pants. Her dark gaze was set on me, piercing me with intensity that made my insides burn.
“Bloody hell,” I exhaled when her tongue traced the length of my growing cock, and her hand moved leisurely up and down my shaft.
Sparks of excitement danced in her eyes, appearing like tiny stars in the dark sky.
This situation and my position were utterly absurd, but I just couldn’t help but stare, enchanted, at the masked woman sucking and licking my dick like it was her new favorite lollipop.
I should’ve fought her. The rational part of me knew it. But I was a man. A tied man, to be precise, with no way to escape her claws.
And fuuuuuck, she was perfect.
My head tilted back when she squeezed my balls almost painfully, and the tip of my cock touched the back of her throat.
She literally swallowed me as far as she could, her throat constricting around me.
The world blurred, and all the worries about her being an obsessed psychopath were nonexistent.
I couldn’t even remember my name when she took me in again and again, as if she planned to blow not only my cock but my entire being.
I helplessly tugged on the restraints, the pain around my wrists cutting through the haze.
But instead of waking me up and disturbing her magnificent work, it intensified the pleasure.
I felt like I was about to burst. Fuck, it was good, the best I ever experienced in my life, but in a split second, everything disappeared.
For a moment, I thought I had lost consciousness. Still, my dick throbbed painfully, and my tight balls vibrated with a need for release. The frustration flooded my system, the blood rush deafening my ears. My muscles were tight, and my mind demanded the relief that wasn’t anywhere near.
“What the…” I looked at the smiling villainess between my legs, who licked her glistening lips tauntingly. Her eyes glowed with mischief and satisfaction over my agitation.
“Why?” I exhaled, my chest heaving. I tried to stay calm and breathe away all the nasty words I wanted to say to her. She didn’t need to know that she’d touched a nerve and thrown me off my game by completely changing the rules.
“Why not?” she countered, sitting on her heels. The zipper on her leather jacket was down more than before and provided a nice view of her cleavage and two tasteful globes the size of oranges.
“I thought we were having fun,” I explained, trying for a casual tone, but the irritation in it was palpable.
“I am having fun.” She smiled sweetly, leaning closer to my face. Her tongue darted out, and with the tip, she licked my cheek to my ear. “I’m having fun by teaching you who holds the power, baby.”
“So, this is a lesson?” I breathed, sucking my lower lip into my mouth when she nibbled my earlobe. The freaking witch discovered all my erogenous zones in no time.
“Everything is a lesson.” She cupped my chin, forcing our eyes to meet. Her lips gently brushed mine, like a butterfly’s wings, but when I moved to capture them in a kiss, she jolted away.
My chest tightened, and for the first time since I had woken up in this old house tied to the bed, I felt helpless.
Normally, I would grab her and have my way with her.
I would wipe that arrogant smile from her tempting lips by fucking her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk.
Yet my options were limited. I would either completely submit and let her play with my sanity, or I could use her obsession with me against her.
What could I lose anyway? The worst had already happened.
“Please,” I breathed, doing my best to ignore her hand traveling down my abdomen to my lower parts. The mask covering her face brushed against my nose, and the soft exhale that escaped her was the indicator I needed to continue. “Please, ma vilaine.”
The words caught somewhere between a plea and surrender. The air around us thickened with anticipation; every glance from her slowly melted my resistance, pushing me to submit to her torture.
“What are you pleading for?” she asked seductively.
“Mercy,” I exhaled, betting everything on one card. She wanted me, but I would be the biggest liar on the planet if I claimed I didn’t want her, too. She enchanted me basically with nothing and in no time.
“Mercy,” she repeated with a hint of a smile, her lips faintly brushing against my jaw. Tingles erupted under my skin, and my breathing quickened because her hand had just arrived at its destination, finding my painfully erect cock. “You just want your dick sucked.”
“Yeah,” I confirmed, licking my dry lips. “That’s my idea of mercy, ma vilaine.”
She smiled, keeping eye contact while she leisurely nested between my legs.
“I’m curious, Dorian.” She moved my shirt aside, hypnotizing me with her sparkling eyes that looked like dark, forbidden gems that promised eternal damnation in exchange for momentary pleasure. “What would you call me if I let you suffer unsatisfied?”
“Menace,” I whispered, holding my breath when her mouth closed around my dick. “Or devil. I’m not sure right nooooow.”
The last word turned into a moan when she took me so deep I almost immediately exploded. My eyes rolled upward, and I hit my head hard against the wooden headboard. My balls tightened, and when she grasped them, I whimpered. I fucking whimpered because my mind and body were all over the place.
What kind of spell had she cast on me?
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, looking down at the masked face swallowing my cock like it was the most delicious thing in the world. Her stunning plump lips encircled the crown, roughly sucking on it, and when her hungry tongue joined the show, I was done.
The sensation started in my balls and rose through my cock like an electrifying wave, until I exploded like a fucking bomb. Ecstasy clouded my senses, forcing loud guttural sounds to escape my dry throat. My heart slammed into my ribcage like it wanted to break through, and my mind shut down.
I forgot about everything. My focus was only on a mind-blowing pleasure as my cum spurted out of me in waves. The satisfaction was overwhelming, and before I could do anything, the world went dark.