but I’m too exhausted to fight. He sits down on the bed beside me. I’d expected him to be ravenous, arrogant, enraged at my will to fight. But the gentleness in his eyes confuses the fuck out of me.
“How many times did you come?” he asks.
“Too many times …” I mutter.
“Have you had enough?”
I nod because I’m too drowsy to speak.
He smiles. “Are you ready to do anything and everything I demand from you?”
My lips part, and my face scrunches up as I try to form the words I so desperately want to speak, but I know it’s a betrayal to my own morals if I do. But what choice do I have when faced with more of this?
“Yes,” I murmur.
I didn’t know I was that easy, that willing to give in. I guess that’s what constant orgasms will do to one’s resolve.
“Ask,” he says.
“Please … can the buzzing stop?” I beg. “I’ll do anything.”
A devilish smile spreads on his lips. “Good little angel,” he says, and he crawls on top of the bed and leans over me. “Because this will be much easier to you if you just give in.”
When he unlatches the cuffs around my wrist, I simply cease to care and let my hands fall down to my sides.
His hand dives into his pocket, and he presses a button. The buzzing stops, and sweet, heavenly bliss follows. My entire pussy feels numb, and my clit is still swollen and raw from all the times I came. But with the buzzing gone, my entire body shakes uncontrollably and tears well up in my eyes.
Eli pulls me into him, wrapping his arms around me as though he wants to hug me. And for some reason, I don’t want to fight it anymore. Instead, I yield into his warm embrace and let the devil comfort me, no matter how evil it is. Tears flow freely as he gently caresses my back, reminding me of what it feels like to be touched by someone. I can’t remember the last time my boyfriend ever touched me like this, so warm and kindly as though there isn’t anything I could do wrong. And it moves me to the point of wanting to hug him back.
But this is my captor. The man who just plucked me out of the library and shoved me into his car. I shouldn’t feel any of these things when I’m around him, and the fact I do makes it even more confusing.
“That’s it, angel … let it all out,” he says, caressing me like I’m his pet.
And I don’t even mind. I’ll take this over that buzzing between my legs any day. In fact, it feels so good that my whole body just relaxes in his arms, like I’ve waited for his embrace since he came into my room. And now my emotions are a whirlwind of a mess.
He picks me up and carries me in his arms all the way to the private bathroom. There he sets me down on the chair and turns on the faucet in the bathtub. He goes to his knees and takes off my heels that I couldn’t kick off in bed because of the straps. He softly places them on the floor beside me while his hand creeps up my leg ever so gently like a lover would touch his woman. And I’m so terribly confused by my own body’s reaction to his petting that I just go along with it.
His hands slide all the way up my dress, creeping underneath the fabric, only to tug at the panties that hold the buzzer in place. My thighs unclench, and he slowly tugs the panties down my legs so carefully that I’m almost starting to wonder if he won’t dare to touch me.
But that makes no sense. He captured me like a goddamn animal and keeps me in a cage. Why would he go through all that trouble if he could just grab what he wanted and use me?
I shiver in place from just the thought. And he pauses with undressing me right as the panties are at my toes.
“Don’t think so much, Amelia,” he says. “It will make you lose your mind.”
“Too late,” I respond, trying not to look at him, but it’s so damn hard when he looks at me like that, so warm yet so possessive, like a teacher trying to woo his assistant into submission.
Before I can say another word, he slips my dress over my head and takes