The fresh, clean smell of her hair seemed to reach out to him. He slid in beside her, taking her in his arms roughly, inhaling the sweet, clean fragrance of her body.
His manhood reared hungrily at the familiar feel of her lush body, his cum dripping onto her, and he bent his head to capture her mouth.
She moaned sleepily and tried to push him away. Angered by her involuntary response to resist him, he kissed her hard, roughly and felt her body stiffen in surprise.
Her lashes fluttered open, and the large cinnamon-brown eyes looked into his, startled.
'You have made me wait for this for a long time, little girl,' he growled as he rolled onto her, his hands roving over her full breasts, pinching the taut nipples before lowering his head to bite her.
'And now," 'he muttered, 'I have you where I want you, under me."
***
Proserpina
As the vapours of sleep dispersed abruptly, I realised that Lucien had entered the room while I had fallen asleep. Now, he lay almost on top of me, his large, muscular body crushing me, as his harsh hands groped mercilessly, his eyes glittering with passion. A sudden feeling of panic and anger overcame me, and without stopping to think, I kicked and scratched him, biting his arms when he pinned my flailing hands above my head.
But I was no match for his brute strength. Soon, Lucien had me imprisoned, my wrists gripped above me in one of his massive hands. To my joy, there was a long scratch on his cheek, and I smiled to myself in triumph.
He laughed, almost wonderingly, as I lay panting, beneath him. Raising his brow in surprise, he shifted, to kneel over me, his powerful legs holding the lower part of my body prisoner. With one hand he tentatively ran his finger over the cut on his cheek.
Bringing his mouth to my ear, he bit my earlobe, and my body involuntarily arched toward him. Like a trained bitch responding to her master, I thought bitterly and the thought had me thrashing wildly, trying to resist him.
A soft, cruel laugh, he drew back and said,
'So my little kitten, you've become a hellcat now? Interesting."
I glared at him, struggling.
But I stopped abruptly when I saw his gaze drop to my full breasts, which were jiggling, almost invitingly, the nipples hard and erect. The anger I felt at having been unceremoniously hauled over three continents, simmered down to be replaced by a strange awareness, a hunger radiating from the center of my belly.
My body was aching for him.
Traitor, I thought despairingly.
Panting, I lay under him as he stared at me, raw heat in his glittering gray-blue eyes.
'No, my little girl,' he said in his gravelly voice which sent flutters in my stomach, making my core clench in anticipation. I could feel the wetness begin to trickle down.
'You've left a nasty scratch on my face, little one, 'he growled, still in that dangerously soft voice and I stared, blinking rapidly, as his face loomed over me. I could make out the two days' growth of stubble, which only added to his animal magnetism, and the flecks of black in his eyes as he came close. The whiskey-laden breath made me turn my face away but he gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him.
One hand caressed my soft, tense body, making a lazy meandering way to the soft mound of tight black curls at the juncture of my thighs as he rumbled,
"Ahh, I like this.'
He bent down and nipped my neck seductively, and I fought to stay still but a tremor of longing washed over my body.
'Little girl," 'he breathed, 'you can try to fight me, but your body is begging me to f*ck you, eh?'
And then his tone altered subtly, hardening his eyes like chips of steel as he looked at my helpless body beneath him, awaiting his pleasure.
"I'm going to punish you for running away from me.'
I shivered as the bald statement sank in.
Tearing my hands out of his grasp, I pushed at the iron-bound muscled chest above me.
'You...you were the one who was preparing to dump me,' I spat at him, jerking my hands free and sliding off the bed. I clutched the robe to hide my nakedness, trembling with fear. Or was it the anticipation of what he would do to me???
"So, I ran away.'
***
I thought of how I had taken a bus that night when I ran away from him, stealing out of the house when the bodyguard was chatting with the cook.
I had joined the group of visiting students from Sweden and had slipped away, having befriended them earlier in the month when I met them at the college. Rachel had introduced me to them earlier at the university, where we had hatched the plan. I had taken my passport and papers, the small amount of cash that I had with me and left, running away like a thief in the night.
***
By now, I had understood that my body responded to him no matter how he treated me.
He stood up slowly, ignoring the fact that he was stark naked himself. My eyes dropped to his erect manhood, and I felt my breath coming faster. Thick and rearing, the wet juices dripping from the tip of his thickly veined member, he approached me, uncaring of the aggressive picture of male strength he made. Those broad, powerfully muscled arms, that had held me captive, that had cradled me on so many occasions, the hair-covered chest that I had run my fingers through, the taut nipples which I had licked, adoringly...
I shrank back, although my body willed me to stand and face my punishment willingly.
His eyes had darkened to a slate grey and they moved over my defiant posture, my chin stuck out and my tense body.
His expression said that he knew.
Knew that I could not run away.
He knew that I WOULD not run away.
I moved to the bathroom door in a delayed reaction to his advance, but he was faster and wrestled me to the carpeted floor easily, tugging the flimsy robe off, and tossing it away.
Tilting my head, I gazed at him like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a vehicle, knowing that there is danger but utterly helpless to avoid it.
Drawing myself up defiantly, I licked my suddenly dry lips bravely and said, '
'When I knew I was pregnant, I ...knew you would never have accepted that.'
He gave me a cold look and said in a voice, low with fury,
' YOU RAN AWAY FROM ME. And for that, you deserve to be punished.'
He grabbed my hair, lowered his head, and bit my lower lip hard. As I cried out, he added cruelly, in a hoarse growl,
'I don't want to know who the father of those bastards is. But you belong to me till I tire of you. Remember that.'
Raising my hurt-filled eyes to him, I saw only a devilish gleam. He did not believe that the twins were fathered by him.
I opened my mouth to protest, but he shut me up effectively by slipping a practiced finger between my thighs, and I whimpered.
The look in his eyes made the wetness spread further down and mortified, I felt him slip his fingers into me. His breath turned ragged as he felt the juices pooling between my thighs.
This was what I had dreamed of, longed for when I was alone in my little bed in the chilly mountains of Bhutan.
Hoarsely, his face alive with lust, he grunted,
'This is what I want from you. And I will take you, over and over again, my little girl. I will f*ck the sh*t out of you now that you are in my power...'
I turned away, whispering,
'Lucien, No. Please, no!
I strained to break free from his plundering mouth and torturing hands.
But his mouth trailed over my throat, his hand groping my curves, I turned to face him, prepared to fight...
Then he lowered his warm mouth to suck on my eager nipples; that was the last straw.
It was as though a flare had been lit.
I felt the resistance draining out of my starved body
Explorative, he ran his fingers through the soft hair shielding my womanhood, his expert fingers touching, feeling and I raised my hips, mutely begging him to take me.
'Ahh... nice,' he said gently tugging, and the note of desire in his voice was undeniable as he nuzzled me.
I blushed furiously. In the mountains, one does not wax one's intimate parts!
'This is how I want to take you, little woman,' he gritted through his teeth,' under me, powerless, helpless, at my mercy. Because you are Mine, My possession.'
With that harsh statement, he drove his thick member into me.
I cried out at the suddenness of his invasion, and he grunted in surprise, and growled,
'Your c*nt feels like a virgin's little girl. tight and small. But wet... dripping wet..."
And then, he was ramming himself into me while I arched my body, whimpering with pleasure as he took me. I knew there was no love on his part, as he was using me to satisfy his lust.
But my heart swelled with love for him.
The poor worm that I was, I thought, the tears coming to my eyes as he plunged into me, arousing me with just an indifferent touch to my sensitive clit,
All too soon, I felt him ejaculate in me.
But that was just the beginning of a long night.