“What? No, the hell I won’t.” My voice rose, but I forced it back to a whisper.
“Yes, you will, or I’ll make that little limp dick pay for sticking his cock inside of you. Remember, lamb, I’m always watching.”
“Elise?” Hayden’s voice sounded again, and I look up, hoping to catch a real glimpse of him. I needed a face to match with the monster who ruled both my fantasies and the nightmares that shadowed me in my dreams.
Didn’t he want me anymore? Was his promise really a lie?
“Tell him you’ll meet him in his office. I’m not done with you yet.” The whisper in the dark came down around me.
“I’ll meet you in your office. I’m just getting ready,” I said through the door, and I heard Hayden laugh as he walked away.
“Don’t take too long or I’ll have to start without you,” he taunted as I heard his office door close and the stereo turn on to a low volume.
Chapter 2
Left alone in the bathroomwith him, my breath was choppy at his demand. I could just make out his features in the dark, a small amount of light shining in from the window high on the wall. I could see his strong jawline covered in a perfectly groomed beard in the muted light. I still couldn’t tell exactly what he looked like, but the picture was becoming clearer. He stood over six feet tall compared to my five-foot-five. Standing in front of him, I felt small and protected, yet vulnerable and raw.
The dark man who ruled my dreams and drove my nightmares.
He flexed his hips against me, and I stifled a groan as a myriad of filthy images flashed in my brain. Images of him tying me down and fucking me until I screamed, of his strong hand gripping my hair as he drove himself into me without consideration, of the thoughts that I couldn’t even entertain in my ownmind out of fear and shame. I squeezed my eyes shut as he leaned into me, his face nearing mine, and I felt his breath against my lips.
“It’s time for you to thank me,” he purred as I felt his hand softly glide between my breasts and down to the button on my jeans. I cursed the tank top I wore tonight as my hard nipples poked through the material and chills broke out across my body.
With quick fingers, he had my jeans unbuttoned and his large, calloused hand was gently rubbing over my panties. My pussy gushedand I grew mortified that my sick thoughts were coming to life.And I loved it.
I did nothing to stop him as he explored my body, his fingers brushing across my sensitive skin, lighting a wave of fire in its path. My breath was growing rapid as his warm fingers grazed the edge of my panties. I was afraid I would pass out before he touched me. The depraved part of me hoped I did, and that he would still take what he wanted from me.Jesus, I need fucking help.
His lips were brushing mine softly, my rapid breaths being absorbed by him as his hand pushed into my panties and found my wetness. A low chuckle had me bucking against him as the shame of what I was allowing dawned on me. The first touch of his fingers into my wet curls, I groaned in the back of my throat, forgetting everything but the way he was stroking me. His grip on my neck increased as he pushed into my wet lips and laughed.
“Your cunt is so wet for me. I knew you were a dirty girl, gushing at the hands of a man you don’t even know.” He flicked my hard clit once and my knees shook from the sheer pleasure his touch incited in me.
“How is this thanking you?” I panted, lightning coursing through my body as my clit came alive from his touch.
Slipping one thick finger into my pussy, he pumped slowly into me, his lips pressed against mine as I panted and tried to remain still. I didn’t want him to know how close I was to coming on his hand. A simple touch from him had me on the edge of the most powerful orgasm of my life and I still hadn’t seen his face.
“Fuck, lamb. Your pussy is so wet and tight,” he groaned and tilted my head to the side as he ran his nose up to my ear. “Are you going to come for me?” he husked in my ear as he slid a second finger into me and thrust faster into my drenched channel.
