Hypnotized

‘We?’

‘Yes, we. You’re the color of my blood, Olivia. What hurts you hurts me. There is no difference between your skin and mine.’

I sniffed.

‘And after we have spoken about it you can keep the memory if you want, or we can hide it away. Up to you. OK?’

‘OK.’ I paused. ‘But what if it is something unforgivable?’

‘Everything is forgivable, my angel. There is no life for me without you.’

With a sudden jerk he yanked the duvet cover down my legs. My first reaction was a strange and unexpected one. A strangled gasp of horror ran out of my mouth while my hands flew to cover my breasts and my sex. I had become shockingly and painfully ashamed of my nakedness. I dropped my chin to my chest, my hair making a curtain for me hide to behind. My whole body shivered in the chill of the morning air.

For a few seconds he did nothing. Then he put a finger beneath my chin and lifted it up so I was forced to meet his eyes.

‘Why are you hiding?’ he asked.

I stared wordlessly at him.

‘You’re prefect,’ he whispered.

His words tugged at my heart. He was reeling me in as surely as a fish caught on a hook. His finger traced the line of my jaw and lingered on its way down my throat.

‘So fucking perfect...’ He smiled suddenly, a triumphant, possessive smile. ‘… that I claim you.’

I heard the fierce pleasure in his voice. He removed his finger and my skin tingled where it had been.

‘All fucking mine. Every last inch. Today I brand you as my sole property. From this day forth you will be only mine. No one other may look, touch or enter what is now mine.’ He paused. ‘Who do you belong to woman?’

‘You,’ I whispered hoarsely.

He nodded. ‘Good. Place your hands behind your head.’ It was a definite command not a request.

My eyes popped open with surprise. I opened my mouth to object, but no words came. Only a strange excitement coursing through my blood. I felt hot and shivery at the same time. His eyes were dark, commanding, full of lust and utterly mesmerizing. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Slowly my hands left my breasts and the triangle of hair between my legs, and linked behind my head.

He let his gaze lazily rake down my body. I swallowed hard. I had never felt so exposed or spread open before.

‘Are you wet?’ he asked, already knowing the answer.

‘Yes,’ I admitted and felt ashamed of my sexuality, my wantonness, my lack of decorum, and the desperation with which I wanted him. I just wanted to hide away from him and the knowledge of myself. I closed my eyes.

‘Open your eyes, Olivia.’ His voice low and deep: demanding.

I obeyed.

‘Spread your legs so I can see the soft sweet flesh of my cunt.’ He spoke softly, but his eyes flashed possessively.

I bit my lip and stared into his molten eyes. They were devouring me. There was longing there. Intense longing. No one had ever looked at me like that. My clit responded instantly, throbbing violently, wanting, begging. Slowly, I opened my thighs.

His eyes dropped to my sex.

‘Wider,’ he commanded.

Tingling waves radiated through me, settling in my core, making me feel as if I was wax, melting under the heat of his gaze. The simple unadorned truth was I wanted to be filled. I needed him to fix the ache. I was so ready for his cock. My legs inched apart, the soles of my feet dragging, the sheet tangled around one ankle a delicious ache between my legs, and a wicked thrill running up my spine. That first instinct to cover myself was completely gone. Now I wanted him to watch me. I wanted to see his eyes shining and greedy for what he had claimed as his.

I put on a little show. I arched my back so my breasts thrust forward, the tips aching for his mouth, his teeth, his fingers, anything.

A low growl rumbled in his