AT HIS MERCY

CHAPTER 8 - ENDURE

Sara sat on the oversized bed staring out the window. Paralyzed by his words, she kept hearing his words over and over. She couldn't believe that she had lost control of herself back there, the way she rubbed herself over him like a cat who got a whiff of a whole bag of catnip. 'Pull yourself together' Sara scolded herself, wiping at the tear that rolled down her cheek. Was there any part of her life even hers? Was she just exchanging one danger for the next? Her head was killing her, she needed food, as her stomach agreed and rumbled on cue. She wasn't going to ask for food, she would rather starve so she stood up, made her way to the bathroom, and took a long drink of water from the bathroom tab. Hell, even his bathroom was bigger than her apartment.

She knew the possibility of escaping while still in this apartment, while he was so close by, was null, so she needed to endure, just keep her head low and play along until the right moment presented itself. Because she had survived this far, and he wasn't the thing that would break her, she would escape.

The bedroom door flew open, again leaving her breathless at the sight of his well-defined body. She quickly looked away when she caught herself staring again as he made his way to the walk-in robe. Sara didn't understand why her face felt flushed, or why her body reacted the way it did around him. It wasn't like she was a child, she had seen men naked before, honestly not as toned but she knew they all possessed the same anatomy, this was just her body betraying her again. Frustrated with herself, she looked at the ground sighing deeply.

A few minutes later he walked back into the room, wearing a jean, a white V-neck t-shirt, and a dark leather jacket. "Fuck this man would look good in a trashbag" she internally groaned trying not to make unnecessary eye contact with him.

He slowly walked over to her to where she was standing at the foot of the bed, He tipped her head back forcing her to meet his eyes, his ice-blue eyes felt as if they were staring into her soul. He leaned in close, never breaking her eye contact, causing Sara's heartbeat into a frantic rhythm, as he trailed his fingers down her back, gently pushing her closer to him until her body was pressed tightly to his. his lips grazing hers. "I'm going out for a while" he whispered onto her lips, "I suggest not doing something you would regret, there will be watchers posted inside this suite and outside the door, building, and so on and so on," he said as his lips pressed a little firmer to her lips, she has frozen again, stuck in his magnetic sexy trawl, "Will you be a good girl Sara?" he said as his tongue dragged over her bottom lip. "Nod if you understand little one" He whispered in between kisses and licks. Sara slowly nodded, as she pressed her thighs together trying to ease the throbbing his kisses caused. "Good, see you soon" he deepened his kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth, kissing her desperately, roughly, and thoroughly. His fingers curled in her hair pressing his eager lips to hers. She could taste his need, his hunger. She whimpered as his teeth nicked her lower lip, tasting her blood as he hungrily helped himself to more of her soft lips. He pulled away abruptly, turned, and left the room.

She stared after him, stared at the closed door, her fingers pressed to her swollen lips. She took several deep breaths to steady herself as she moved over to the side of the bed, climbing under the covers wishing they would swallow her whole.