He grabbed one foot in each hand and lifted my legs so that my heels rested on his shoulders, and started to thrust inside me, his hands pulling my hips toward him with each thrust. I watched him from beneath my lashes as his gaze moved over my body, from my face to my breasts and down to watch himself fucking me.
Then he leaned down further, cupping my breasts, his finger and thumb squeezing each nipple briefly. He supported his weight on his hands so that his face was above mine, my legs now spread wide. I closed my eyes.
"Don't close your eyes," he said. "Look at me."
I did, staring into his face, his expression one of lust and determination. Because of his position, with each deep thrust his pubic bone rubbed against me and the sensations built inside me even though I’d thought I wouldn't get enough direct stimulation. I bore down with each of his thrusts, squeezing my muscles, trying to increase the pressure when his body met mine. I gritted my teeth with the effort to increase the sensations.
Finally, when his pace quickened, it was enough and I felt an incredible wave of pleasure start deep inside of me, causing my muscles to tense then contract, my body arching as my orgasm began. I couldn't hold back a groan of pleasure, my eyes closing despite my best efforts, my body spasming around him as he thrust even more rapidly inside of me.
When his thrusts became erratic, his climax began, his lips by my ear, grunting with each thrust as he ejaculated.
When he was finished, he lay on top of me for a moment, his face beside mine, his mouth by my ear, his breathing rapid.
"You're staying here now," Hunter said, his voice low. "James will drive you to class and wait for you in the parking lot. You'll come here right after your classes are over for the day. If I'm not here, George will be. He'll protect you."
I nodded, unable to argue. I felt as scared of Ivan, Victor and his thugs as Hunter seemed to want me to be.
"I want you ready for me whenever I need you. Any time of the day, any day of the week."
I didn't nod or reply. What could I say? From the way my body responded to him with barely any preliminaries, I'd have no problem being ready for him.
He rose and tucked himself in, zipped up, and fastened his belt.
Then he turned and left the apartment.
I rolled onto my side, my body vibrating from the experience. I didn't know what to think of the night and what had happened to me, or what Hunter had done and how he’d responded.
I only knew one thing: I was his now.
He owned me in more ways than one.
THE END