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“You could help me?—”
“No,” she interrupts, shooting me down, just like I knew she would. “Come to the kitchen, you need to ice your neck so it doesn’t bruise. They wouldn’t like that.”
“I don’t care if they like it. If he bruises me, then he should be forced to look at the evidence of his abuse. Hiding it is just enabling him. I won’t do that,” I say as forcefully as I can, even though my voice is raspy and weak.
“That would just anger them further,” she starts.
“I don’t care.” Sighing, I close my eyes, forcing the tears that are threatening to spill to retreat. I won’t cry again, not over this.
“Dinner will be served in the dining room, in thirty minutes. I’ll come and get you when it’s time.”
Nodding, I keep staring at the pool while she leaves.
CHAPTER 15
dimitri
Closing down my computer, I glance at Lev’s desk and notice that he’s already left. Vik can never sit still for long, and he left not long after Alena came downstairs. I had to force myself not to go after her too, but I refuse to chase after her just because she decided to leave the bedroom.
Our security system showed that all three of us were watching the cameras when she got out of bed and went into the bathroom. We all watched as she peeled my shirt over her head and scrubbed at her skin until it was bright red. A part of me feels like I should feel guilty about touching her while she wasn’t awake. I know part of her need to feel clean was because I violated her and then told her it was the doctor, but I don’t care. I enjoyed exploring her while she was unaware. I liked positioning her as I wanted her, pushing my fingers into her body and knowing she wouldn’t, or couldn’t protest.
The urge to slip something into her food at dinner so I can do it again, is so strong that I’ve had to force myself to stay here behind my desk under the pretense of working, to stop myself from opening my desk drawer and taking out the sedative I’ve placed in there.
My dick is rock hard at the thought of pushing inside of her and fucking her hard and fast while she sleeps. Jesus, I know how fucked up it is. But right now, it’s the only way she’ll let me have her, unless I hold her down and take her by force.
We might have kidnapped her, and I might have touched her without her consent, but raping her is a line that I’m unwilling to cross, at least at the moment. I want her willing and pliant, not fighting and crying. That’s Vik’s kink, not mine.
That’s not to say that I won’t enjoy her tears, because I will. I just want them to be tears that roll down her face when I fuck her throat, or when she’s begged and begged and she cries from her desperate need to come when she knows she has to wait for permission.
Sharing one woman between the three of us won’t be easy, but we’ve always shared everything and the idea of one of us having a woman the others can’t touch was repulsive to us.
Alena isn’t like other women. She has a strength that most females don’t have. I’ve met many strong women in my lifetime, but they’ve all been hard, resilient, and tough. Alena has an inbuilt strength, but she’s still soft and fragile with an innocence that I cannot wait to corrupt.
Clicking out of the replay of her in the shower, I open the video file Vik sent to Lev earlier and watch myself on the screen. Alena’s body is limp as I strip her naked and carry her into the bathroom.
Pushing down my sweats, I grip my dick, slowly sliding my fist up and down the length as I remember the way her wet heat strangled my fingers and how her tight ass fought not to allow me in.
Teasing myself, I watch the video, pushing myself to the edge, then stopping. By the time I’m watching myself lay her down on the bed, my balls are so tight, I know I’m going to come. Opening my top desk drawer, I pull out a specimen jar and work my dick, until the first spurt of cum bursts from the tip landing in the container.
Working my fist up and down, I milk my cock, until I’m spent and a pool of white creamy cum is sitting in the base of the jar. Screwing the lid on tight, I slide it into my pocket along with a disposable plastic pipette, before closing the drawer.
Standing, I pull my sweats back up, covering my half hard dick, then I head out, locking the office door behind me. Instead of joining the others in the dining room, I go to the kitchen, nodding to Roza and Tanya who are adding garnish to four identical plates.
“Which is hers?” I ask.
Roza’s eyes look wary as she gestures to the plate with a smaller portion on than the others. Nodding, I lift it and carry it to the kitchen island, placing it down, then retrieving the jar and pipette from my pocket. Opening the jar, I suck up some of my cum, then squeeze it onto her food, not enough to affect the taste, but enough that as she eats, she’ll be taking some of me into her with each bite. When I’m happy with my addition to her meal, I slide it next to the other plates and look to Tanya. “Her drink?”
“I was going to pour at the table,” she says, her voice soft and sweet, the way she thinks I like.
“Not anymore, you’ll pour drinks in the kitchen from now on, but anything she eats or drinks will be brought to me first. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mr. Dimitri.” She nods submissively. Walking to the refrigerator, she pulls out a jug of juice and fills a glass, holding it out to me.
Taking it, I add some of my cum, then use the end of the pipette to stir it, before handing it back to her.
“Wine?” I prompt.
Tanya looks to her mother, who nods, her eyes laced with something akin to resentment that she tries to hide. Then she collects four wine glasses, and a bottle of white that Roza has picked to pair with the meal.
