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Resisting is hard, and when I pull a clean sheet from under the bed and unfurl it to cover her up, I break slightly.
I kiss her softly, and her lips part. Groping her breast, I pinch her nipple, and she shifts subtly beneath me but doesn’t wake. Somewhere in her mind, I hope she’s replaying the night in her mind. Down her abdomen, I stroke her body to her pussy where the heat is intense. She’s swollen and hot from all the attention, and when I thrust two fingers as deep into her as I can reach, she moans sweetly with her next breath. Her body locks around my fingers, and my resolve starts to crumble.
I want that slick, tight heat around my cock again, but I can’t. Not yet.
My fingers slide free, and I return to the sheet, unfurling it swiftly and draping it over her body, hiding her from view. After tucking her in securely, I press a gentle kiss to her temple and step from the room. The door clunks shut, and I lock it quickly with the code. Several heavy locks thunk into place, and I pause, lingering outside the door just in case the sound wakes her up.
Silence is my only music.
Back upstairs, I head into the observation room and blow some dust off the control panel. At the flick of a switch, several CCTV cameras flicker to life. Another button, and the night vision flickers on, showing Alena fast asleep, tied to the bed. I can watch her from every angle. There’s nowhere to hide in that room and not an ounce of privacy. Another set of controls brings up a scan of Alena, and the computer flickers to life with all the information I could need. From her heart rate to her body temperature, it’s all there at the touch of a button. This prompts me to activate the home’s internal heating, and within a few moments, her body temperature ticks up to a comfortable warmth.
It takes a few moments to link the system to my phone, then I’m all set. For too long, I’ve kept prisoners here for the good of Aleksander and the family.
Now, this is for me.
Alena might resist at first, but soon, she will learn that I am good for her. I’ll fuck her until there’s no thought in that pretty head other than her loyalty to me. It’s the least I deserve.
A soft noise draws my attention back to the monitors. Alena is still asleep, but her head has rolled to the other side. As I watch her, my mind runs with a list of things I will need to get for her. Sanitary products, food that she likes, and a few toys to start her training. If tonight is anything to go by, she’ll respond to pain just as well as she responds to pleasure.
Just the memory of her squirming on my fingers sends a bolt of arousal straight to my cock, and it swells immediately, pressing against my jeans.
Fuck.
I drop one hand and grab myself through my jeans, adjusting the lay of my cock slightly.
I want to fuck her. I want to come with her name on my lips and her taste on my lips, but I can’t.
At a press of a final button, the limo flickers onto one of the screens, and my jaw tenses.
I have one loose end I need to tie up.
12
KRISTOF
The driver waits patiently, tapping one hand against the steering wheel in time to the music as he awaits my payment. I approach slowly, and when I catch his eye through the windscreen, I smile brightly.
He smiles back politely, and the shining rim of his hat glints as it catches the light. As I approach the door, he rolls down the window.
“Everything alright with the lady?” he asks.
“Too much to drink,” I reply. “You know how women get.”
“Not my place to judge,” he replies easily.
“How much longer can I hire you for?” I ask casually. “And how much would it cost me?”
“I’m free all night, and it’s five hundred an hour,” he replies. “So, as long as you need me.”
“And you can take me anywhere?”
“Anywhere except out of state. You’d need a different limo for that unless you want to stop for gas every three hours.” He chuckles.
“Excellent. I have a club I want to go, to if that’s alright?” As I ask, I slide my hand into the back of my jeans and pull my handgun from the waistband.
“Sure.” He leans over to the dash and brings up his GPS. “What’s the address?”
Just as he turns back to look at me, fingers poised to enter the address, I lean into the car, press the silenced pistol to his chest, and fire two rounds into his heart. He barely has time to take a breath, and he dies swiftly, slumping forward over my hand until his forehead touches the steering wheel. I wait a few seconds to ensure he’s not moving, then I straighten up and unscrew the silencer.
