I flopped back onto the down mattress, utterly exhausted. Alex laid on top me breathing heavy. My pussy still had spasms from the last over powering orgasm I had just suffered through. He brought me so many times that I lost count. My entire body ached, and pulsed. Now that he was lying still on top of me, I hoped that Alex had finally gotten tired. He lifted his head, his emerald eyes piercing the darkness. A small smirk spread across his face.
"Was it good for you, love?"
I glared at him disgusted with his smirk, arrogant attitude and his inhuman ability to seem completely recovered from the hours of sex he forced me to endure. I couldn't move, my body was stiff and I felt a harsh ache between my legs, even though his cock was no longer sheathed deep within my pussy. He, on the other hand, appeared to have energy to spare. His unfathomable stamina irritated me to extreme levels. I opened my mouth to tell him exactly what I thought about his little escapade, but his hand ran over my mouth, smothering any icy remark I might have made.
"Shhhh. You're tired, love. Don't answer. I could tell by your moaning that it was a more than satisfying experience." His eyes danced with mischief and his smirk widened. As much as I hated him, hated what he was doing to me, I could not deny that I screamed in satisfaction the entire time. At first I tried to fight it, but soon I lost the will power. I hated that too. Why couldn't I stop him from pleasuring me? Why wouldn't my body listen to my mind's shrieks of protest?
A tear slipped out of my eye. That sign of weakness angered me. I didn't want him to know I felt defeated. Alex had a slight look of concern cover his face as he used his thumb to wipe away the tear.
"Don't cry love."
He leaned forward and softly kissed my nose. He then got up off of me and picked up his discarded pants. Walking towards the door he turned and looked at me.
"I shall leave for now. I have a few matters to take care of. Oh, and I must think about what I want my "anything" from you to be." Alex chuckled at my shocked expression, "Don't tell me you thought that what just happened would fulfill your promise? Aw, poor little Jules. That was a just a little something for your pleasure. When I think of what you owe me, it will be for my pleasure, though you might enjoy it too. Good-bye for now, love." With that he turned and walked through the door, shutting it softly behind him, leaving me alone in the dim room to think about what he said. I sighed. Damn it! That bastard already knows what he is going to make me do. Why the hell did I promise him anything in that freaking bathroom? I can't believe he coerced me into saying I'd do anything for him to stop. It's not like what he was doing was even that bad anyways. Now, I'll have to suffer through something much worse and I won't be able to promise my way out of this one. Stupid, Julia. That was real stupid.
Tears threatened to slip out of my eyes, I blinked them back. I was tired of crying. Forcing myself up I crawled to the center of the bed and curled up, finally letting my exhausted body sleep.
******
Alex traveled down the hallway and entered his study. He sat back in his chair and sighed. His eyes shifted to the drawer of his mahogany desk that held his photographs of Julia.
"Beautiful. She is simply beautiful." He murmured to himself. For a few moments he sat lost in thought about his captive, but soon his thoughts drifted to what he wanted her to do for him the most. A smile crept across his face as a plan slowly constructed itself in his head.
"Twisted, but fitting." With that Alex went to his book case, shifted some of its contents and entered the door that appeared behind it.
****** My eyes fluttered open. Gasping I sat up and looked around wildly. Good. He isn't here. I could have sworn I saw him. I shook my head.
"Geez, I must really be terrified of him." I let out a half-hearted laugh. Shifting I got up, and instantly sat back down. My legs couldn't support my weight; they were just too fatigued from the past hours of sex.
I crossed my arms over my chest. I desperately wanted to cover myself up. I never sat around naked, not even in the privacy of my own room. My eyes shifted to the open bathroom door.
"Could there be a towel or robe in there?" I asked myself. Grunting I slid off the bed on to my exhausted legs. Gritting my teeth I forced them to walk, well shuffle, to the bathroom. My desire for clothes greatly over-powered the burning ache in my legs. Making it to the door I surveyed the scene. My eyes settled on a black button down shirt lying near the bathtub. My memory told me that was the very shirt that an uninvited Alex had discarded before joining me in the tub.
"No way in hell. I can't do it. No freaking way."
Resolved not to wear his shirt I went back to looking for another article of clothing suitable for covering myself up. Nothing. Not even a freaking towel. There was absolutely nothing even resembling a piece of cloth in the bathroom. Once again my eyes settled on his shirt.
"Don't do it Julia." I told myself as I slogged towards the shirt. "Don't you dare put on that rapist pervert's shirt!" I snarked. I froze in front of the black wad. Wrestling with my need to have clothes, and my repulsion of him I talked out what actions could be taken.
"Okay. You have two choices. You can put on the shirt, be covered up from Alex's piercing eyes, but have to deal with his ridiculous arrogant smirk when he sees you. I hate that smirk... That definitely leaves choice b, not putting on the shirt, dealing with being naked and that you walked over here for nothing, AND allowing Alex's beautiful green eyes roam freely over your body. Yup choice two is the way to go."
Content with that fact, I suddenly paled. My stomach twisted into a knot and I thought I was going to be sick. "Wait. What the hell? I so did NOT just say beautiful green eyes. Oh god, I did. His eyes are not beautiful. I just slipped, that was all. I totally DO NOT find anything attractive about him at all. Especially his eyes."
Snarling at my mistake, I dipped down and grabbed the shirt and jammed my arms into the sleeves. Just as forcefully I buttoned the shirt up as I muttered furiously that I did not think Alex was attractive in any way. Ignoring the fact that I could smell his cologne and that I liked the scent, I whipped around intent on crawling back into bed and feeling miserable but instead slammed straight into Alex, who once again was wearing his trademark smirk.
I gasped and my cheeks instantly turned red. Had he heard? Please, please tell me he didn't hear me say his eyes were beautiful.
Alex looked down at me. He moved closer to me and brought his hand to the top of his shirt and rest his finger under the collar. My breath caught in my throat.
"You don't think I have beautiful green eyes, Love? You don't find anything attractive about me? Nothing at all? I'm hurt, Love." He said softly, giving me a fake pout.
The words adorable and cute came to my mind, only to be shoved irately away and replaced with "Oh shit he heard."
Alex took his finger out of the shirt I was wearing and moved it to the top button. Lust and desire was plainly seen on his face as he started to unbutton it. I squeaked in anger, quickly smacked his hand away, and backed up.
