Devin kicked the door open, settled me onto the bed I’d been sleeping in alone since I arrived, climbed on over the top of me. If I really didn’t want this, now was the time to change the arrangement.
Instead I let him kiss me again, his mouth rough and sliding unevenly about on mine like he wanted this too much to be charming. He spread my legs and settled between them, pulled my panties away with one hand while the other moved towards his pocket. I tried to see what he was doing, but he pressed me back into the pillows as I heard shuffling, crinkling, soft metal sounds.
“Run away, little girl,” he whispered in my ear… so I thrust my hips back towards him. I couldn’t bite down fast enough on the cry that escaped me as he pushed back in turn, continuing to move beyond where I had expected, driving straight into me.
He raised himself up on his still-suited forearms and studied me carefully. I took the opportunity to search his eyes for something relevant to his feelings, but it was especially hard to read him in only the light coming in through the door that had come to rest half-open. All I thought I could see right now was mild concern… and stronger suspicion.
Then he seemed to pack all of that away. I couldn’t read his expression at all.
I tried to push aside my surprise at being filled by him in that way. The discomfort was already fading; I had been ready for this ever since I realised my kidnapping was a little different to most.
I was going to try this thing where I revealed my true self at all times… even if that didn’t seem to always go off well.
“You’re not even going to let me see if there’s anything under your pants after all?”
His expression grew cold. “You’re telling me you can’t feel anything?”
“N-no…” He pressed his hips into me harder as I tried to explain myself, watching me with his eyes barely flickering as I trembled my way into a mess. I could not defend myself against sensations I had never experienced before. “I just… I wanted to see.”
“I appreciate that you are willing to admit it,” said Devin. He took my hand that now wore his ring, lacing his fingers through mine, and then brought it down between us. “I don’t intend to give you an opportunity to gawk like a creep… but I will give you something to feed your imagination.”
My elbow locked as my fingers brushed my own thigh… and, briefly, a hipbone that was not mine. “I—wait, I…”
When Devin sighed, I could feel his movement all the way through me. “Are you too squeamish to touch, then?”
“It’s just the ring,” I tried to explain. “It’s worth a lot of money… I don’t want to get it dirty.”
His laugh was the most sincere response I had gotten out of him yet, a new victory, and it vibrated deep inside of me. When I turned my face aside to try to hide the way my lip was quivering, he turned me back towards him with two gentle fingers on my cheek. I guess he wasn’t going to let me wriggle out of this now that I’d pushed for it so hard. “You’re such an intriguing mix of innocence and mercenary character.”
“I’ve just never had something like that, excuse me for wanting to protect it…”
“Sassing me at a time like this, Julia, you need to learn your place.” He pushed me down hard with his lips and chest and hips, nipping at my bottom lip and drawing my ring hand towards his intended goal firmly. He unclenched my fingers, withdrew a little, and wrapped my hand around him. His skin was hot and sticky, and I both did and didn’t want to think about the reason for that.
“Is my place underneath you at all times, then? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” I had just enough breath still to deliberately misunderstand him.
“Your place is to learn to take cues from me better, not to try to rub against me until I have to punish you.” He seemed to be struggling to find sufficient air for the purpose, too.
“Punish me… by rubbing against me?” I didn’t think I had it in me to keep on stirring him. I settled with just one parting shot. “I don’t feel like it’s going to have much of a disciplinary effect, so far.”
“Nor do I,” Devin murmured, and drove me under with his eager body.
Neither of us spoke about the delicious truth of this situation: he had been trying to put me in my place by using pleasure against me, but he had fallen into his own trap. The murmuring in my ear, the over-rough scrabbling at my skin, were not the actions of a man who was completely in control of the situation. And as he stiffened against me and I felt the cascade of his release all the way through his body and into mine, I also succumbed to a pleasure that scared me as much as it felt like it was setting me free.
I started coming to myself faster as he pulled away from me. I tried to blink the confusion out of my eyes to see what he didn’t want me to see, but he stayed in shadow and adjusted his suit pants back into position so quickly he was completely decent by the time I was able to focus.
Meanwhile, my shirt was torn to expose a whole lot more than was ever going to be made decent, and I couldn’t clearly remember where my panties were. “I hope you have plans to change that suit,” I spoke up. “Going to be pretty filthy otherwise.”
Devin didn’t bother showing a reaction in his face. “You’re obsessed with how dirty genitals are, Julia.” He adjusted his collar. “Did your ring survive?”
I straightened the diamond on my finger. “Seems okay.”
“You can always rinse it if you… sweat on it too much, or something appalling like that.”
I tried to ignore his mocking tone in a style comparable to his own. “Where are you going?”
“I’ve got things to do.” Unless he was a robot with literally no need for biological functions, what he meant surely was that he was trying to find somewhere to rest away from me. And that man who was crushing me into the mattress earlier was definitely bound by biology, however much he wanted to pretend otherwise.
“Stay with me for a while?”