Chapter 31 #2
"Okay, okay, Kitten. I see you're excited, but you need to calm down."
I was giddy with happiness. I commanded myself to stay still and resisted the urge to continue planting little smooches all over his face.
My heart was thumping in my chest. Under normal circumstances, this wouldn't have been a big deal, but given my predicament, it was like I won the lottery.
I calmed my breathing and stopped trying to squirm in his arms. He released his hold on me, a slight smile lifting at the corner of his lips.
"That's better, pet."
He sat in his chair, patting his lap.
"Come sit. We need to go over the rules."
I clenched my sex, trying not to show how turned on I was.
Lately, just the mere touch from this man sent me into a tizzy. I could already feel the dampness between my thighs. I was still ashamed to admit my feelings for the complex killer who could make me feel so good one minute and have me screaming and writhing in pain the next.
I couldn't love my kidnapper. If I did, I would not keep planning an escape route in my head, right? No, this was not love. This was just an addiction to the orgasms he gave me.
He did things to my body that I could never have imagined I would have experienced in a million years. He was a sadist, but a skilled one at that.
With every ounce of pain he subjected me to, he added twice as much pleasure, which twisted my mind into a puddle of mush. I didn't know whether I was coming or going, and I’m sure this was his goal all along.
I sat on his lap, facing him. I looked at his dark hair and steel-grey eyes. His goatee spread along the side of his handsome face, and there was a slight shadow on his cheeks. He rarely allowed stubble, but I assume he would shave before leaving. His eyes stared at me intently.
The way he gazed at me, I could have sworn he had developed feelings, but the look was fleeting.
Didn't he tell me he wanted me to be as happy as possible under the fucked-up circumstances? Maybe I have grown on him a little bit, and he sees me more as a person than just an object to satisfy his needs.
Yeah right. I am sure the man does not care about me. I am only his sex toy and nothing more. He has made it abundantly clear that I am his to do with as he pleases.
He lifted my chin with his finger, forgetting about the rules he needed to discuss with me.
"You grow more beautiful every day. If I hadn't just fucked your ass raw earlier, I would bend you over and do it again."
I could feel his erection rubbing against my bottom through his jeans. He pushed against me, rubbing his cock against my thong. His breathing was heavy as he continued to dry hump my ass.
I felt the wetness between my legs become more pronounced as he moved underneath me. I looked at him in an almost drunken state. My eyes were barely slits as I stared at the handsome devil in front of me.
I could hear the lust in his voice.
"Ahh, Kitten, Jesus Christ, I want to fuck you so bad, but you need time to heal."
He ran his large hand over my exposed thigh. I responded to his touch immediately, a groan escaping from my lips. My voice was barely audible and above a whisper.
"Why can't you just have sex with me the regular way?"
I was almost breathless and panting.
“Why do you always want to take me back there?"
It was an honest question. I was genuinely curious why he always insisted on anal. He looked at me with a slight frown, hesitating for a minute.
"I want to make sure there isn’t an accidental pregnancy in the future, Kitten. I don't want children, and I certainly wouldn't want to put you through the ordeal of an abortion, so I am playing it safe until we get to the Island."
He shifted his hips, humping my bottom again while he twirled my hair between his fingers.
"I meant to talk to you about this, but I never really had a chance. Once we arrive on the island, I will have your tubes cut and tied. I don’t want to risk them becoming untied, so I will have you completely sterilized so there will never be a chance of you having children—us having children.”
He raised his eyebrows, waiting for a reaction, but I gave none. I felt frozen in time. It looked as if everything was moving in slow motion. I was so stunned I couldn't move.
It felt like I received a blow to the gut, and I lost my breath for a minute. I was numb and shocked at the same time. He continued speaking, but I could hardly hear the words falling from his lips.
I shook my head slightly, trying to focus on what he was saying, but my mind was almost blank as his lips continued moving in my line of vision.
"I thought about a hysterectomy, but I don't want to make you have to take hormonal replacement at such a young age. That’s why I always chose anal, because there is no room for any mistakes.”
My heart thumped wildly in my chest once I snapped out of my dream-like state, and the reality of what he had just told me hit me like a ton of bricks.
I was fucking pissed off, mortified, and sick to my stomach all at once, but I didn't give any outward signs of the seething anger simmering deep within my gut. I needed to keep calm.
I didn't want him to lock me in my room while he was gone tonight. Although I constantly flip-flopped between trying to escape and just accepting my fate, I came close to giving up all thoughts of leaving a few minutes ago when he softened and allowed me to stay out of my room tonight.
Now, there was no way I could remain with this selfish bastard! He was going to sterilize me, and I would never have kids.
Because I had no immediate family, I wanted at least one child when I met the right person, and now this asshole was going to take my last right away from me.
Just who the hell did he think he was?
It was at that moment that I decided I was getting the fuck out of here, even if he killed me in the process. I kept my true feelings concealed while the thought of escaping this selfish asshole consumed me.