spellbound (18+)

Eleventh Hour

Michelle frowned, as Adrik drunk silently.

"I cannot believe you're forcing me to sleep with you!"

"Not sleep with," he amended. "Sleep around. There's a guest room."

She scoffed. "What the purpose of this?"

He uncuffed his dress shirt. "You're a federal agent, and my personal hostage. Too far away."

She sighed. "We both know if I'd been any kind of good agent I never would've come here alone."

"I didn't say you were good," he shrugged, unbuttoning his buttons, revealing his muscular chest.

"What is it that you even do here? This town is so small, there's no way—"

He shot her a look. "I'm heading to bed." 

He looked down at her, coming up to her, resting his hands on her waist.

He licked his lips. "Michelle...I don't trust you. Just stay here. I'll pay for your stay, since you're my hostage, alright?"

She reached up. "Demolishing my house to get your dick wet? That's a new low."

He narrowed his eyes. "Michelle, I think you're going to learn to stop irritating me," he pressed his lips together nonchalantly.

Michelle took her dress off hastily. "If I fuck you will you give my house back?"

He blinked.  "The only reason you should fuck me, is if you want my dick, in your pussy. Otherwise, you're wasting your time."

"What do I have to do? Why are you doing this?"

He looked away. "Don't..."

She pressed against him, feeling his hardness against her abdomen. She tugged on his belt.

"You think I don't know what men want? I know exactly what you what. You want to fuck me, degrade me, own me. I see it."

He looked down at her, swallowing roughly.

"What I want to do to you, with you, for you, has nothing to do, with what I must do," his breath shuddered, as she gripped his shaft.

"You're supposed to be the man in charge, right? Then you make the rules. If you're forcing me to play by then, at least tell me what they are."

His eyes closed softly, as she stroked him, her thumb brushing the head of his cock. He shivered.

He cursed in Russian, letting out a shuddering breath.

Her thumb swiped his slit, ripping a moan from his lips.

She consumed him. And the need to touch her was compulsive.

"You seem used to fucking to get what you want," he murmured.

She smirked, her grip tightening on his shaft. His mouth opened soundlessly.

"Don't you love it though," she whisper, leaning up to take his love between her teeth.

He thrusted himself in her hand, the sensation overwhelming him.

"You..."

she pulled away. He frowned, watching her lock her fingers.

"Good night Adrik—"

He snatched her up, ripping the dress off her body, slotting himself between her thighs.

"Don't you fucking dare," he hissed, her sheathed himself inside of her, making her scream.

Her legs wrapped stone his waist as He rutted inside her.

"It's too much, Adrik, I'm Too full!" She panted.

"Take it," was his simple command.

He stretched her out mercilessly, pounding her insides relentlessly, fucking up into her g-spot, until her voice was gone, her eyes filling with tears as the pressure built up inside her.

She milked him with her walls, the warmth of her the toughness off her, blinding him to acting and everything else, her face in the pillow, her ass in the air.

He grabbed her cheek, smacking it. "What happens when you tease me Princess," he growled lowly, smacking her ass harder, as she wiggled her hips at the sting.

"That smart ass mouth is gonna her in You trouble, but you're quiet now." He smirked.

He reached down, rubbing her clit with just enough pressure. Michelle tried to sink into the bed, trying to escape the overwhelming feeling.

"Ah," he reprimanded her, pulling her closer to him. "Show me that pretty face you make when I fuck you dumb," he cupped her face.

Her eyes rolled back, the mixture of his fingers and his dick hitting the right spots sending her over the edge. He pulled out, smirking.

"Catch it?"

She sat up, her tongue lulling out of her mouth, a blankness on her face. He smiled. She was quiet, and that was good.

• • •

Adrik smoked near the window. She'd napped for a bit, half asleep, eyes open, quietly. Then she got up, went into his shower, and hadn't come out in 20 minutes.

She walked out, avoiding his eyes. "It's poison," she said softly.

He looked down at the cigarette, putting it out.

His towel was wrapped tightly around her body, her eyes on the ground as she picked up her tattered dress off the floor.

She had a sad look in her eye, that made his stomach turn.

"There's a...hair salon, next to the nail salon," he shut the window. "It's no Brad Mondo but they're pretty good."

She nodded.

He looked over her, as she edged toward the door.

Something like guilt churned in his stomach. He wished she would wipe that expression off her face.

"You wanna get your hair done?" He asked more simply.

She touched her hair, before nodding wordlessly.

He sighed, standing, wrapping his hands around her waist.

"Is there something else you want?" He asked, pointedly.

"I want to go home," she whispered.

He frowned. "Anything else?"

She shook her head, breaking from his hold. "Not right now, no."

She left them room, and he laid down on his newly changed sheets. He closed his eyes softly, drifting away.