Enthralled (The Enslaved Duet 1)

“Bring your mind back to me,” Alexander demanded, sucking deeply at the skin on the other side of my neck and punctuating it with firm biting kisses. “I am fucking you. Cosima Ruth Lombardi, loving sister, beloved daughter, and burgeoning model.”

It felt as if he was reading my tombstone. The finality to his tone, to his words and the red evidence of the death of my innocence between my thighs where he churned and claimed were impossible to negate. I felt razed to the ground, the fire of my fight long extinguished by the wind so I lay as dust and ash on the floor, so easily conquerable I wasn’t even worth the effort to conquer anymore.

But still, it wasn’t enough for Master Alexander.

He gripped my chin, tilting it toward his mouth so he could claim mine. I moaned around his silky tongue as he plundered my mouth in tandem with his cock in my pussy. I could smell his cedar scent, his masculine musk, and the unique tang of our mingled sex. I could feel the roughness of his suit jacket against my back, his light stubble abrading my chin and cheeks as he kissed my breath away.

There was nothing to think or feel but him.

Nothing to be but his.

“Now, you’re going to come for me, and it’s going to hurt while you do it.”

I was close enough to see the cold triumph in his eyes, the steam of passion as it collided with the heat of his constant fury.

I wanted to know why he was so furious with me, why he had to treat me so, but there was no voice in my sore throat and my thoughts were too diaphanous to grasp.

I felt as if I was losing myself to the intoxicating contrast of pain and pleasure, as if my very skin and bones had turned into an impossible oxymoron of sensation. Where were my ferocity and my independence?

His hand found the place we were joined, his fingers parting over the girth of his shaft as it tunneled inside me, his thumb rubbing slow, firm circles over my clit.

And suddenly, I could feel my spine.

It arched back into his thrusts, strong against his opposing momentum so that he hit harder at the knot of sensation deep inside me.

I could feel the ferocity unfurl in my belly, heat coiling and colliding into something so big it made my womb ache.

“That’s it,” Alexander ground out as he pounded into me, every component of his body playing mine ruthlessly.

Not just for his enjoyment now, but for my own.

He turned my body into a traitor as I recognized the beginnings of an orgasm taking form in my sparking blood.

“You’re going to come for me just like this,” he taunted me.

And God, I did.

My womb cramped so tightly I keened with pain, my pussy a vise around his cock so that he could barely pry himself out of my spasming folds. I screamed as he ripped me apart, and I screamed even when everything I was collapsed to the floor beneath him and still he pumped away.

Only when his shout of release joined my voice did I quiet, my mind preoccupied with the sting of his hot cum against my overly sensitive, abraded walls.

For a long moment, he stayed inside me, and his big hands moved slowly over my back, my buttocks and my thighs. It was oddly soothing, and the absurdness of his sudden tenderness made me want to cry again.

I didn’t because he’d taken too much for me.

Finally, he pulled out, and I could feel the rush of our combined juices run out over my thighs. Alexander’s wide palm cupped me there between my legs in a gesture that was somehow more possessive even than his taking of me. Gently but firmly, he smeared our cum from the front of my pussy over my clit to the end of my crack well beyond my asshole.

And as he claimed me like a primate, he told me in the elegant accent of a titled gentleman, “You are mine now, Cosima Lombardi. It is my cum between these pretty thighs, my ache in your womb, and my bruises beneath your skin. You will wear me like this every day for the next five years, and by the time your term is up, I promise you, you will beg me for another five.”

I lay on the ground after he disappeared on the click-click of his expensive shoes, my sweat and blood and his cum cooling on my skin as my heartbeat slowed incrementally.

There were times in your life when it felt as if you were not really living it. I believedyou were soulless at those moments, your spirit escaping your body through a puncture wound, some great trauma that your mind cannot endure, so it lets your essence escape for an all too brief reprieve.