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Daniel
Ishould have killed Helena the moment I was done fucking her, but I just couldn’t do it.
There is a powerful pull between us that makes it too hard for me to take her last breath, but I know I have to at some point. The way that she came undone in front of me, challenging me at the same time… I’ve never felt anything like it before. I can’t put into words the way that it made me feel.
Being inside of her was unlike anything I have felt before. I want to have her again and again. I know full well that I’m only making more trouble for myself by drawing this out. The plan was to kill her on the overlook; to finish the job and take my souvenirs as proof for Nikolai; to leave her body at the foot of the mountain.
That was how it was supposed to go.
I got what I wanted from her and now it’s not enough. I feel like I’m in the clutches of addiction and I’ve only had her once. It was almost impossible to drive with her naked in the back seat. Somebody will find her dress up there, but I doubt that anybody will think much of it until they notice that she’s missing. I have a few days to wrap all of this up and get the hell out of this town.
I have an entire life waiting for me in New York. I have hundreds of people who depend on me, and I’m hiding away, being led around by my dick.
I don’t dare take my eyes off of the road or else I’m going to pull this car over and fuck her senseless all over again. The smell of her sex fills the car, and I’m so hard I don’t have any idea how I’m supposed to walk, let alone get her inside of the house.
We take the now familiar path further out of town to my mansion. I don’t stop at the front like I normally would. I keep driving. I wind through the thick trees until I arrive at a much smaller, individual building that once housed the gardeners and housekeepers of those who owned the lavish mansion before me. However, in the short time I've been here, I've had a lot of work done on it and this small house.
Everything inside is state of the art. While I kept all of the classic accents intact, there are security cameras in every inch of this small house. The doors and windows are reinforced and barred with security codes paired with my own biometric signature. I believe it is of the utmost importance to always have a backup plan, and Helena is no exception.
I ensured that this whole house was stocked and ready for her the day that I met her, just in case something like this were to happen. It will be hard having her far away from me, unable to touch her, but I know it’s for the best. If I had my way, I would simply strap her to my bed to be at my constant disposal, ready for me whenever I desired her. Now all I can think of is how much I yearned for her. I might have to take her one more time before we part ways…
I’m sure that she’s expecting to be chained up in some dirty dungeon as it is.
That idea appeals to me as well, but for entirely different reasons. Perhaps I'll have to keep the dungeon plan in mind if she gets particularly rowdy. I'm hoping she'll come to her senses and behave better than she did on the way here.
I park the car inside the small garage and keep the keys in my pocket just in case. I'm not concerned about Henry finding her. He has no idea this annex even exists.
I take my time in getting to Helena. When I finally open the back door, she’s covered in a fine layer of sweat from being left in the closed car. She kicks at me violently with her feet, but she can’t go anywhere.
“Oh darling, I’m perfectly fine with doing all of this the hard way.” I grin and watch her turn the words over in her mind. “If you want another round, you could have just said.”
She kicks at me again.
“Good. I was hoping you would make things difficult.” I smirk and crawl into the car on top of her. Her thighs clamp together, and the little look of obstinance on her face is too sweet to bear. I pause before freeing her hands to admire her. I can’t help myself from touching her.
“Don’t,” she warns.
“Or what?” I answer mockingly. “You’ll scream? Please do. There’s no one here to hear you.” I caress her breast, massaging the skin roughly in my hand and brushing my thumb over her nipple. She turns her head away from me angrily and stares at the back of the passenger seat. “What’s the matter, sweet thing? You don’t want any more?”
She bites down on her lower lip and refuses to answer me. I shift so that I can lower my mouth to her nipple and flick my tongue over the surface of her skin. I glance up at her as she bites down harder on her lip. She juts her chin up and further away from me to keep from making any noise, but I know from the way she squirms that she likes it.
“Do you want more? Something to ease your wounded pride a little?”
When she doesn't respond, I stopand slap her breast instead. She flinches and stares at me with hatred in her eyes. Right now, I swear I could flip her over and fuck her again. I'm thinking about it. My dick is so hardthat it hurts. As I deliberate, I hold her handcuffed hands in mine for a long moment. Finally, I decide that it's best not to... yet.
I get her out of the car and drop her down onto the ground as I close and lock up the car. I should make her crawl to the house. The only reason I don’t is that I will not be able to control myself if I watch that pert ass swaying for another second.
I bend and pick her up instead. I toss her up over my shoulder, and she huffs indignantly, so I spank her. She yelps and sags against my back for only a moment before resuming her struggle. I will have to try a different tactic to get her to behave, it seems.
“Some gratitude would be nice. You have no idea how I would prefer you get around.” I keep my hand on her ass as I walk through the small house slowly, caressing the soft skin there. I dip my fingers between her legs, fascinated to find that she’s still wet. As I take the stairs to the second floor, I keep my footsteps slow and easy. I ease one finger inside of her slowly. I hear the soft moan that manages to escape through her lips as we turn through the second-floor landing. I work my finger into her slowly. I want her to understand that from this moment forward she belongs to me.
We reach the master bedroom where I stand in the open doorway, savoring the feeling of her pussy around my finger. I sink a second finger inside of her, getting easily distracted. “From this day forward, Helena, you live and die by my permission—and mine alone.”
She balls her handcuffed hands into the back of my slacks, attempting to push herself more upright and her hips writhe.
“I own you. Your body will be mine to take pleasure from whenever I want, for however long I decide to let you live. Are we clear?”
“Fuck you!” she spouts, and I laugh before pulling my fingers from her suddenly. She whimpers in protest to that as well. I drop her heavily on a couch and untie her feet.
