Chapter 10
Laura
I wake up in Los Angeles, and realize I missed my English Lit test that was worth twenty percent of my grade.
“Fuck!” I sit bolt upright, pressing my sore butt even more firmly against the bed. “Fuck!” I squeal again, for a different reason. Everything that happened yesterday, and more important, last night, comes rushing back.
A hand reaches up behind me, grasps the back of my neck, and pulls me back down onto the bed.
“What are you cursing about?” He murmurs the question in my ear, his hand keeping me in place.
“I forgot I had an English Lit test yesterday,” I say.
He makes a soft tutting sound. “That’s not good, is it, Laura?” he purrs. “Getting yourself behind on your schoolwork when I expressly told you not to let these things slide.”
I shiver with delight. I am beginning to enjoy being in trouble with him.
My entire life I have had to moderate my own behavior, had to ensure everyone else was taken care of and that my own duties were attended to.
This is the first time I have ever missed a major test, and his low growl of chastisement excites more than just the lustful parts of my mind.
He makes me feel smaller, softer, and—weirdly given I know what kind of a monster he is—safer.
“Can you help with it?”
I see him smirk out of the corner of my eye. He is so very handsome. He’s evil, but fuck, is he sexy.
“What do you imagine I can do about that, Laura?”
“I don’t know. Like, ask the professor to give me a retest or something, tell them I was here with you?”
He chuckles, a warm, deep sound.
“Please? You can tell them I was assisting you. They’ll listen to you. Everyone respects you.”
“You wheedle and flatter like a spoiled child,” he says. “If you want me to do you a favor, you will have to be a good girl for me.” His hand tightens on the back of my neck as he turns me toward him. “Are you going to be good for me?”
“Yes?” I squeak the answer like a question.
He presses me down toward his cock. This feels a little trite and common for him, but I suppose even the most sophisticated psychopath enjoys oral from time to time.
He’s already hard as he slides the head of his cock between my lips. I suck his cock with as much eagerness as I can muster while thinking about twenty percent of my grade, while having my face held down against the sex-soaked crotch of my… he’s not really my captor or my stalker anymore.
I don’t know what he is. He’s my lover, maybe.
I don’t know how much choice I have in any of this, but he’s not really forcing me either.
I could ask the teacher myself. Instead I’m letting him take wicked advantage of me again.
When this started, I didn’t ask for any of it.
But now I am starting to feel differently.
He’s trained me to accept these demands and to perform for him.
And I haven’t fought him, not as much as I should have.
I feel guilty for the fact that my aching pussy is getting wet again as I service Sam. He’d hate me thinking of him as a Sam. He doesn’t like the familiarity of Samuel.
Sam. Sam. Sam. I think it over and over again, relishing the rebellion of my private mental space as his cock slides all the way to the back of my mouth.
“Such a good little girl,” he praises me. “Your pussy didn’t get used last night, did it? And it’s not going to get used today either, my spoiled little fuck pet.”
He fucks my mouth until he comes, using my lips like a pussy, because like he said, he fucked my ass last night. I can feel that, too. A dull ache between my cheeks, and a tenderness on them. I am going to be feeling the effects of this attempt to get one back on him for a while, I think.
“Swallow,” he instructs me, holding my head on his cock until I do just that, taking him down into my belly.
“Good girl,” he says, pulling me back up the bed. “I’ll talk to your professor. But that means you are going to have to accept this arrangement between the two of us. Are you ready to be my personal fuck toy pet?”
“What does that mean?” My eyes are wide.
“It means you do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it. Every part of you is mine, whenever I want it.”
That was already true, so what do I care about agreeing to it now. He was already taking every part of me, already dominating me relentlessly.
“Do you really want me to agree to that?”
His brows lift. “Smart girl,” he says. “No, I suppose I don’t. I’ll talk to your lecturer. But today, you go back to school, understand? I’m putting you on a plane this morning.”
He drops a kiss on my forehead and rolls out of bed to take a shower.
I watch him go, admiring the lines of his body as he moves.
He’s a muscular, powerful creature who is more than capable of destroying anything he wants to, both mentally and physically.
The term apex predator should have been designed with him in mind.
I hear the shower turn on, and I smell the scent of soap floating from the not quite entirely enclosed room. He left the door ajar a little.
“Laura!” he calls out. “Order some room service for breakfast, would you?”
I sit up in bed, wrapped in the blankies, and I peruse the menu. I’ve never ordered room service before. A stack of pancakes is twenty bucks. They have to be some really nice pancakes. He didn’t say how much I should spend or how much I should get. I decide to just use my best judgment.
I feel very taken care of, which is fucked, because I know I’m being preyed on. At a certain point the two things blend together in a way that makes them very hard to discern from one another.
“You get it ordered?”
“Mhm,” I say as he gets out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Go get cleaned up,” he says. “I’ll take care of the food when it gets here.”
I do as he says, not because he told me to, but because a shower sounds amazing when you’re covered in the dry yet somehow sticky seed from Psychopath Sam. I giggle to myself at the disrespectful alliteration. He’d hate knowing I was thinking of him that way.
Sam
She’s happy.
I’m not sure I ever intended to make her happy, per se, but the sound isn’t unpleasant. She splashes around in the shower while I get dressed, and about two minutes after I am prepared for the day, a knock at the door heralds room service.
A young man in a hotel uniform pushes a trolley into the room, replete with silver dome-covered dishes.
I wait for him to take ours off and put it on the table, but he simply parks the trolley next to the table and proceeds to unload the entirety of the trolley onto the table.
There are eight plates in total, which are revealed to be pancakes, French toast, bacon and eggs, croissants, avocado toast with runny egg and chili flakes, Froot Loops, custard donuts, and a plate of sausages and hash browns, all accompanied by coffee and juice.
There is enough food here to feed a small army.
I tip the young man and he withdraws, along with his trolley.
“Did the food get here… oh.” Laura emerges from the shower, one towel around her body, another around her head. She looks pink and comfortable and surprised now. “Wow, there’s so much of it.”
“You ordered all of this?”
“I didn’t know what you wanted?” she says, her voice taking on a questioning tone. Her face crumples as she realizes she way over-ordered and might have displeased me. “I’m sorry, that’s way too much, that’s…”
“Don’t worry about it, baby,” I tell her as she starts displaying real distress. “Mistakes happen.”
The looks she gives me is one of real shock. “You’re not mad at me?”
“There’s not much reason to be mad at you, sweetheart,” I tell her. “You’ve been a good girl for me from the beginning. You take my cock when I want you to, and you’ve even followed me out here like a little puppy.”
Her relief turns into an adorable kind of embarrassment. “I didn’t come out here like a puppy. I came to confront you.”
“Eat some of your mega breakfast while you confront me, then,” I say. “I will have the rest of it boxed up for the attendees who come in and skipped their breakfasts, while you fly back to town and go to school.”
She sits down and starts eating. I like the feeling of watching her eat, I decide. There’s something quite satisfying about providing for her. It gives me a warm feeling in places I never expected to have warm feelings.
My obsession with Laura is starting to shift and deepen.
At first, I just wanted to be inside her, to possess those deliciously innocent curves.
Then I wanted to save her from the shitty ex and the mundane grind.
Now, I think I want to keep her. When I took her to my house and she thought I might knock her up and not let her go, I really thought about it.
It wasn’t practical at the time, but with a little organization…
“Are you going to eat?” She asks the question through a mouthful of custard pastry.
“I never eat breakfast,” I tell her.
“Oh, so it’s even more too much food,” she wails.
“Eat your breakfast and enjoy it,” I tell her. “Or you’ll be going on the plane with an even more sore ass than you currently have. The idea of whipping you with my belt before you leave is appealing.”
She simultaneously blushes and blanches, which is an interesting reaction to observe. I love the way I can elicit such strong reactions in her. A word, a look, a simple movement can make her blossom with myriad feelings.
I am starting to get hard again. I calculate whether it is worth fucking her again before she leaves. Do I have time?
She looks at me with those big doe eyes, her cheeks full of pastry. She looks like a cute little animal. I feel like an entirely different kind of creature.
“Bend over the table,” I growl.
I am very pleased when she obeys. Laura knows how to be a good girl.
She understands what it takes to truly and properly submit.
In times like these, I forget about her little rebellious moments.
My cock swells even harder. I free it and stroke it as I look at her displayed among the sweet treats.
The towel slides off her and leaves her bare to my gaze.
Fresh from the shower, her ass is pleasingly pink and round and when I part her legs to expose her pussy, it is gorgeously plump and wet. I wasn’t going to fuck her cunt today, but I don’t think I can resist.
My cock slides straight inside her, pressing inside those tight, wet, hot little walls that squeeze me from all angles and already beg for my come.
She makes one of those cute little noises she always makes when she’s being fucked.
It’s the same noise she made when I fucked her on that first night I claimed her.
“Good girl,” I praise her. “Keep eating.”
She nibbles on a pastry while I use her pussy. This is such good training for her. She will be used freely whenever I see fit, whenever my cock twitches for her, whenever my lust rises. She and her tight little holes will gladly and sweetly serve me.
Her submission is making me get close at a rapid rate. I thought our sex would never be hotter than it was that first night when she squirmed beneath me in aroused uncertainty, not knowing whether she really wanted to be fucked or not, but having it happen anyway.
She wriggles about under me, squeezing my cock nice and tight in a way I very much enjoy. I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer, and I don’t have time to either. My talk starts soon.
I pin her down and rut her hard and fast, just using her tight pussy until my balls tighten and I feel myself about to come inside her bare pussy yet again.
She shouldn’t really let me fuck her this way, without any protection at all, but she doesn’t even think to ask me to pull out.
Instead she arches her hips, presses back, and invites me to come inside her.
“Fuck, yes, Laura. Such a good girl taking your fucking like a sweet little pet. You’re being a very good girl for me. And when I come back to town, we’re going to do this again. I’ll be coming to your apartment and using you. Just like this.”
The more I talk to her, the more I feel her pussy gripping me and getting wetter.
I reach under her and rub the greedy little nub of her clit so she starts to pant and writhe.
It’s so easy to make her climax, and so we come together in the midst of far too much breakfast. I fill her to the brim with my seed and pull out, breathing heavily with the exertion of swift carnal satisfaction.
“Very good, baby,” I tell her before spanking her ass again. I leave her over the table, her pussy dripping my cum. Sooner or later, she’s going to be pregnant. I cannot fucking wait.