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“Good girl,” he praises me, and for some reason, having his blessing makes me want to please him more. I go to wrap my lips around him again, but Jacob lifts me and moves me toward the bed. He turns me and pushes me so I'm flat on my back, my legs spread for him.
“If you behave, princess. I have a treat for you.” His devilish smirk makes my toes curl. I bite down on my lip as I stare up at him waiting on bated breath as his fingers slowly inch closer to the inside of my thigh. He slaps the inside of my thigh, and I cry out. My legs shake and then he slaps my pussy so hard, and I swear I almost climax just from that.
His tongue tickles as he sucks on my skin, and I squirm as he moves farther up. Desperate for him to feel that need, to take what’s his.
“Please,” I whimper, not caring how desperate I sound.
“Patience, my little sinner.” I look down at him and he watches me as his mouth hovers over my heated center. I feel his breath as he blows gently making me gasp. He lifts my hip, turning my ass toward him and he bites down hard on my flesh, making me squeak in surprise. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he does it again, only this time harder. I feel him smile against my skin as he moves me back into position. He looks up at me as his tongue connects and licks me from taint to clit. I moan out loud as he growls, sucking and licking every inch of me.
“Oh, God.” My hands fist his hair as he devours me. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I scream out his name as I explode coating his tongue and chin with my juices.
He crawls up my body as I come back down to earth.
“My turn, baby girl.” With a wicked smirk he slams into me.
I think I may be in love with the way Jacob fucks.
* * *
I’m sated and sore, but nothing compares to being thoroughly fucked by the man who owns you even though you know he shouldn’t.
Jacob left me once he was done. He came with a loud roar and emptied himself inside me, and I laid there too blissed out to move while his cum leaked out of me while I watched him dress and leave me as if the way he just fucked me meant nothing. Perhaps to him it did. Maybe it’s just his way to release some pent-up tension or for him to feel better knowing he’s taking what he thinks he is owed.
I drift in and out of sleep while I wait for some energy to build back up so I can move.
I still need answers from him, ones I’m hoping one day he gives me.
Like how long he plans on keeping me. I need to know the story of his wife and daughter. I need to know what my father did. Thinking about the man my father could possibly be makes my heart hurt. Was he really a monster? Could he really do such an evil thing like kill a child? I swallow as the pain in my chest becomes less bearable. I rub at it and decide to shower and clean up.
While I run the water, I look at myself in the mirror. I’m unsure of how long I have been here, but I can tell my body is changing. Maybe from the things Jacob has done or maybe the lack of food, but even the bruises that he left are something I’m finding I like. I really have lost my damn mind. I need to stop fantasizing about him like he didn’t kidnap me. Right? I should hate him, despise him, and want him dead. So why do I want the complete opposite? I feel different around him like even though he did what he did, my body feels alive whenever he’s near. I haven't been around a lot of men, but the ones I have been, none have ever made me feel so alive before.
God, if my father could read my thoughts now. I shake my head and decide to stop my Jacob thoughts and just clean myself. My skin still feels heated from his touch, and I almost want to call him in here for a second repeat.
What is it about Jacob that has my mind in a jumble? Deep down I know he wants to hurt me, to make me suffer in some way, and a small part, a very small part of me, wants to run home, back to the life I once knew, but for the most part even though Jacob can be distant and hurtful, my body enjoys what he does, I want this, this is something I never knew about myself. I mean, I was a virgin. Why would I think anything painful could be pleasurable? Except that paddle thing, that is one thing I can definitely say I am not a fan of.
Are most women like this? Growing up without my mom, I never had that person to ask questions. I never wanted to talk to my father, and talking to the maid, Carla, about anything sexual just seemed very weird to me. So, most of what I knew I found on the internet or from books. I had read some romance novels over the time because my life was anything but. I knew that while reading I would feel myself getting wet and my breath would become uneven. Okay, I was extremely turned on.
I had learned how to please myself from reading those books, and everything I knew about how to please a man came from them, too. Sad I know, right? Poor princess had to learn how to suck a cock from reading romance novels. I’m just glad my dad never realized how steamy those books could get.
Deep down I knew what my father did wasn’t legal, it couldn’t be, he would have an endless supply of money and men who followed him with a click of his finger.
Was Jacob one of those men? In the heat of the moment, I forgot to ask him and I’m eager to know the truth. No, I'm desperate because if it’s true that he worked for my father, then he knows what he really does. He knows things about my father that I never will.
By the time I finish in the shower, I wrap the towel around myself and almost stop when I see Jacob sitting on the bed waiting with a tray of food and a bottle of water beside him.
I hold the towel in place, knowing there isn’t really a point, he’s seen every inch of me naked anyway.
I decide to test him, to see what he’ll do. I finish drying myself and then drop the towel. I hear a faint growl as I keep my back to him and reach for a shirt on the floor. The few that I have need to be washed. I'm almost tempted to stroll around naked to prove a point.
I feel him before I turn, his hands on my waist hold me in place. I stop pulling the shirt on and just stand there as his hands follow a trail gliding up over my stomach, cup my breasts, and pinch each nipple as his tongue darts out tasting my shoulder.
“Nothing will ever compare to the sight of you naked, kitten, and all for me.” He moves my wet hair to my shoulder as his tongue licks up the water left by my shower.
The wetness starts again as his hand moves down again and cups me. I close my eyes to calm myself before I come from him touching me, but I’m pretty sure my heart is racing.
“You want this, don’t you sinner?” he whispers in my ear.
“You’re so eager for release I can smell you.” His finger glides through my wetness, and I let out a whimper and clench my thighs together as he does.
