Flower in the Dark

I grab the bag, opening it to see what exactly he brought from my house. All of the essentials are there, even some things I didn't expect like my favorite shampoo and body wash. While I am relieved and happy to have my stuff, I can't help the small bubble of anger that brews inside at the thought of him invading my home and privacy once again.

A wave of shudders wracks my body, nausea and a slight chill overtaking me. I start the water in the bath running and brush my teeth while I wait for it to warm up. When there is just enough water I turn off the taps, and strip before sinking slowly into the hot water which eases the ache in my muscles, and the steam clearing the pounding that was beginning to form in my head. I'm warm, relaxed and suddenly tired, and I don't fight the sleep that swiftly claims me.

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Z

I couldn't sleep again last night, I just sat there gazing at her peaceful form as she slept, seeming more comfortable with the extra pillow on the bed. A smile tips my lips as I remember what I did. She seemed confused when she awoke, unsure of what it was she could smell on the pillow. Obviously, she didn't find it too repulsive, although I felt a small twinge of something when she flipped it over.

I'm pacing as I watch the cameras. She disappeared into the bathroom over an hour ago, clutching her stomach. I assume that her imminent period is making her feel unwell, but I don't think about it too much. Some things are best not known too much about. I'm annoyed, though, as it means she probably won't let me have her. I don't give a shit about a little blood, as it won't stop me from wanting to fuck her into a pleasurable oblivion.

Remembering the other night has me grinding my teeth in frustration. I'm not sure I will ever not want to kill my little flower. But does my need to keep and own her outweigh the other needs that plague my mind? I just don't know. I shake it off, not wanting to think too hard about it right now. Whatever will come to pass I will deal with when I need to.

I get up and make my way to her room, which is still unlocked. She hasn't dared to tempt my wrath again by attempting to escape. My little flower seems to have learned her lesson. A lesson I thoroughly enjoyed teaching her.

"Later," I mumble to my cock, which woke up at the thought of that tight little ass of hers.

I readjust it and move into her room. The bathroom door is ajar, and light and steam are trickling through the gap. She must be cleaning herself up. I'm satisfied that she is okay, but I don't turn away. I peer through the minute gap and see her laying in the bath with her naked body on display and glistening with the water droplets that coat her skin.

My mouth waters at the sight of her, exposed and vulnerable to my stare. Without a care, I push the door open and move into the room, closing it tightly behind me. It no longer locks thanks to our first bathroom encounter. The steam is thick and she hasn’t noticed my intrusion. Her eyes are closed, and her breathing is slow and relaxed in a way that suggests she is asleep. I edge closer to her, my eyes not leaving any of her sweet body untouched by my gaze. Very soon I will have my hands all over the delectable form of my Violet.

She must sense my presence because her eyes snap open meeting mine, the ash-grey of her irises a lighter hue than usual in her calm mood.

“What are you doing in here Z?” Violet asks. Her voice is soft and curious but not afraid.

Ignoring her question, I just continue to move closer to her until the edge of the bath and my standing form measures the distance between us. Something is happening between us right now, and I'm fucking terrified to look any deeper, but unable to look away.

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Violet

I’m frozen where I am, unable to move, and watching him staring down at me. I feel vulnerable in my nudity, even though he has seen me unclothed on more than one occasion. Dignity has long been stripped from me, just like my clothes were. The last time we faced each other he had a knife to my throat, and I’m not sure how to get past that fact. His current proximity is making me nervous, even though he hasn’t made any aggressive moves towards me, yet.

Z doesn't answer my question, just stays silent and watchful. He seems to be waiting for something, but I'll be damned if I know what it is.

A part of me is drawn towards him, and I don't know if I have the will to resist anymore. I need to resist; I need to get out, but I'm not sure I even want to.

This terrifying man, my captor, is bringing me to my knees, and I can't stop it. All I can think about right now is him, standing over me and watching with that hungry look in his eyes.

My eyes travel slowly downwards and I see his jaw and muscles tense under my perusal. He did this to me once, and the feeling like I was being undressed was intense, but I can't stop myself from drinking him in. Our encounters have always been urgent, needy, and full of his arrogant dominance. This is the first time I've felt any real power, yet it also seems illusory.

His messy, dark brown hair comes halfway down his neck and covers his ears, the locks looking disheveled like he has been running his hands through them. His jawline is sharp and even more pronounced with the tension, and his coal-black eyes look so heated that I suck in a breath as a shiver trembles through me. His skin is lightly tanned and his arms, chest, and abs are well-defined from manual work. A blush creeps up my cheeks as my eyes graze over the V at his hips, to the low slung jeans that look like they are being held up by his erection. Is he always hard? It’s like it never goes down.

I look away and close my eyes, embarrassed to have been so blatant in my ogling of him. I’ve barely looked away when I feel his hand on my jaw, turning my face up to his just as he slams his lips against mine. I don’t manage to stop the low moan that erupts from my chest at the feel of him.

Z keeps his hold on my face, his lips not leaving mine, when I feel his other hand gliding down my damp skin. Lightly brushing against my nipples before sinking beneath the warm water, to my slick pussy where he swipes his fingers against my clit before sliding them inside me.

“Oooh!” I moan against his lips, starting to pant as he begins to move them.

My head falls back, dipping slightly beneath the water and breaking the kiss. Without a word or a pause he kisses and nips his way down my neck to my breasts and latching onto one of my nipples with his teeth.

I hiss at the tinge of pain, and Z chuckles, his lips smiling against my skin as he sweeps his tongue over the sensitized tip, before biting and sucking with vigor, alternating between each of them. He pulls his fingers out slowly, swirling them around my clit and teasing the sensitive bud, sending tingles sweeping through my body at his touch. He trails them back down through the wetness of my pussy which is mixing with the water, and further back. Two fingers brush against my asshole, the caress against sensitive puckered skin making me quiver. Then he drives the two fingers inside breaching me quickly and harshly, and I shout out.

His other two fingers re-enter my pussy, and he increases the rhythm and pressure, pushing deep and hard against my G-spot, and into my ass, as his other hand lands on my throat, squeezing and cutting off my breath. The sensations become more intense with the lack of oxygen, and I am coming, long and hard; my pussy and asshole clenching and pulsing around his still moving fingers, and my mouth opens in a silent scream.

I'm out of the water and being thrown facedown on my bed soaking wet before I have even finished coming. Z is above me, I can feel his heat against my back. I turn my head to look at him and see his cock freed from his jeans and pointing at my dripping entrance.

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