I woke to screaming and without hesitation I ran down the hall, my bare feet slapping painfully against the floor. Once inside Alex's room I climbed onto his bed and shook him awake. Wind rushed past me and suddenly he was atop me, panting and drenched in sweat that glistened in the moonlight, and pinning my wrists over my head. With wide eyes I took him in. I didn't breathe or even blink, nor did he, until he let me go and sat back on his haunches.
"I'm sorry."
"You apologize for the strangest things."
He chuckled and shook his head. He stared down at his lap. I sat up, mirroring his pose.
"Should I check on Layla?"
He smiled, "She would have ran in if she was awake."
"What was your nightmare about?"
He shut his eyes and shook his head again.
"You can talk to me."
"I thought you hated me."
"I do."
"Then why do you want to help me?"
"You're a person."
"Go back to bed."
"What are you saying? Anyone else would just be thankful I didn't kill them."
"Yes, it is obvious after all how dangerous you are."
"Fuck you," I said, standing and storming out only to be forcibly turned by him, "What?"
"Do not talk to me like that."
Without thinking I raised my hand and slapped him across the face, the sound booming through the room. My palm stung. He stepped closer to me, staring into my eyes in a way that made it seem like looks may truly kill.
"You're far too comfortable. Do that again and you will be taken over my knee."
Without hesitation my hand swung through the air again only for him to grasp my wrist before I could strike. Quickly, yet gently, he forced me to the bed and over his knee. I felt him hold my wrists behind my back. My mouth hung open when I felt a hot slap against my ass. My insides clenched. He slapped my ass again. I held my breath as he did it again and again. Suddenly my face was hot and my panties were wet. My toes curled with every smack. I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into the static filling my brain. I could hear a whimper that slowly evolved into a purr.
The situation had turned so quickly and yet it felt it should have happened sooner. In the distance I could feel the need I had for him since the first time I'd seen those tortured eyes. I'd hate myself for acknowledging it but for now I was happy to exist in this little bubble.
"Alex," I whined.
"Are you going to be good?"
"You can spank me until your hand breaks and I won't give in."
"You're infuriating."
"You're spineless."
He tossed me onto the mattress like it was nothing. I watched as he opened his dresser and grabbed his belt. My thighs clenched. He turned me onto my stomach and pulled down my pants. He left my panties on. After the first hard slap with the belt it wasn't the pain I noticed, it was the disappointment.
"You're afraid to pull down my panties?" I mocked him.
He did exactly what I knew he would and my jaw dropped when his fingers delved into me. A moan escaped me.
"So this is why you've been so difficult; you need an orgasm."
"If only I knew someone who could give me one."
He turned me onto my back and pressed his lips to mine. His fingers danced inside me as he kissed me. I whimpered into his mouth. It was pathetic but my hips chased his hand. When he pulled away his face was written with pure self satisfaction but I didn't care. I would soon. I knew that.
Alex knelt on the floor to work my clit with his tongue while he massaged my G spot with his fingers. In minutes my knees were shaking and my back was arching. I whined and whimpered. I could feel his grin between my legs. I reached down to run my fingers through his hair. As I drew nearer and nearer to the edge my fist clenched but if it hurt him he didn't show it.
My body convulsed as I came. When the orgasm faded I laid there, my body numb. He climbed atop me and rested the tip of his cock against my pussy.
"Let me inside you."
"Yes."
Slowly, gently, he pushed inside. Once I opened my eyes to witness his beautiful face in the moonlight I couldn't look away.
"So tight," He murmured.
"You're huge."
"Complimenting me now?"
"It makes the insults more hurtful."
He smiled. He came closer and moved his hips faster, thrusting harder against the upper walls of my pussy. He kissed me more as he fucked me. My hands trailed down to grasp his tight, muscular ass. We stayed there fucking just like that until the sun came up. I orgasmed more than I knew I was capable. When he finally came on my stomach I found myself wishing he could come inside of me.
He collapsed beside me and held me to his chest. I was asleep in seconds. When I woke it was to the smell of fresh fruit. I sat up and dressed before grabbing the bowl on the nightstand. Beside it was a note that read: For you. I have a meeting. Layla is with me.
I was both glad and disappointed that he was gone. I didn't know what to expect when he came back. Trying to put it out of my mind I made my way to the living room only to jump at the sight of Angela. My hand on my chest I steadied my breathing.
"I'm sorry I scared you."
"It's alright," I shook my head. I threw several fruits into my mouth, "Where's the dogs?"
"His enforcer took them."
"How has she treated you?"
"She's sweet. How has Alex treated you?"
I tried to cover my expression with another handful of fruit but she was my sister and my closest friend. She closed the distance between us. Her brows were knitted together and her lips were tight.
"Did he hurt you?"
"No, no... I..."
I knew she could read me. I knew the longer I was silent the more she'd know but I couldn't lie to her either. I swallowed more fruit and avoided her gaze until I heard a loud gasp.
"You didn't!" She gasped.
I groaned. I retreated to the couch where she followed me. I finished off the fruit and set the bowl on the table. I leaned against the back.
"He has night terrors. I tried to help, we argued, then..."
"I know what sex is, Belle."
I rolled my eyes, "I know. I just can't believe I did that."
"Why did you?"
"I honestly don't know. I have this weird jumble of feelings when I'm around him."
"Do you have romantic feelings for him?"
"No! Are you crazy?"
"Tell him it's just sex. He should understand that."
"He isn't a friend; he's essentially my owner."
She paused before tentatively asking, "Are you safe?"
"It wasn't like that. He was oddly tentative. Sometimes I don't know what to think."
"Oh?"
"He's usually an oaf," I explained, making her giggle, "But sometimes he just makes me feel seen."
She came closer and suggested in a hushed tone, "If you think he's manipulating you we can find a way to escape."
I cradled my head as I settled into the couch. Angela curled into a ball as she did the same. I looked at her. She was fragile, small. I'd do anything to protect her and that made my only available response all the more confusing.
"He's crazy but honestly I think we're safe here. We can stick it out for now but don't get attached."
"So, was he better than John?"
I rolled my eyes, "Yes," I murmured, "But the bar is low."
"Oh?"
"I like dominance. He saw it as a wound of mine. It was frustrating."
"And Alex?"
"Angela..."
"Come on. I'm probably gonna die a virgin."
I laughed and shook my head, "You'll find someone."
Her shy smile appeared but she turned away, "I hope so."
I heard the door open and I turned to see Alex carrying Layla inside. He brought her into her bedroom. I rolled my eyes with a laugh when I say Angela's coy smile.
"I'll let you two talk," She whispered before kissing me on the cheek and leaving.
Alex came into the living room and turned on the television. The tension was palpable. I focused on the TV but I could feel his eyes shift to me periodically. We sat together for hours in silence until he got up to make us food. We didn't talk about what happened between us. Still, I felt something had changed in the way he stood closer to me. He looked at me differently. I hated the comfort I felt when I was near him.