Sirah

When he finally moved his weight off me, I shivered as he took his warmth with him. I winced when I felt his cum drip out of me, causing his words to swirl around in my mind. He began to untie my wrist, and I scowled at him.

“What did you do to my pills, and did you steal my underwear?” I gritted out.

I thought the washing machine was swallowing up my clothes. Now that I knew I had a crazy as fuck creepy landlord, it all made sense. His lazy smile played on his lips, but he didn't answer me as he freed my wrist.

My eyes dropped down to his flaccid dick. It hung down like a hefty elephant trunk between his legs. My pussy was aching, but like a glutton for punishment, the desire for more was still there. Ryan was barely half his size. I slowly sat up and stretched my back when Saul shoved a T-shirt over my head.

“I’m going to run a bath for you. There is a toothbrush in the bathroom for you,” he said before he kissed my cheek.

By the time I put the T-shirt on, he was gone. I stood up to walk towards the balcony, ignoring the damp mess between my legs and the butt plug in my ass. His house must be huge if the garden was anything to compare it to.

There was a light layer of snow, which made the morning appear brighter against the cloudy sky. Part of me had been dreading being home alone for Christmas. I didn't want to think about Ryan, but it would have been inevitable. Three years of dating and two years of marriage were still a large part of my life.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” Saul said as he stood behind me, startling me from my gloomy thoughts.

He placed his hand over my belly, and when he pressed himself against me, I could feel his dick begin to harden.

“You keep that thing away from me unless you are wearing a condom,” I said, then frowned at the fact that I gave him permission to fuck me.

I was about to face him, but his other hand gripped my neck. The feel of his large hand on my bruised flesh made me clench my pussy. His hand slipped from my belly and moved between my legs to rub my clit. His touch was gentle as his fingers brushed against my wet pussy.

“The bath is to ensure you're not too sore, but the only place I am cumming is inside this beautiful pussy, not in a condom,” he said as he slipped his fingers into my pussy. “Aren't you glad it's a white Christmas?” he whispered in my ear.

I was too gobsmacked to answer, but it didn’t stop my heart from beating faster at the many implications of his words.

∞∞∞

I lay on top of his back in his giant bathtub, and even though he had a hard-on, he let me enjoy the hot bath in peace. He washed every inch of me except for my hair. He was a convenient creepy bastard because he had all my brand of toiletries right down to the natural fluoride-free toothpaste I used. He sighed heavily as he released my breast. His deep inhalation caused me to rise and fall on his chest.

“What? Do you have to kidnap someone else for New Year's Eve?” I asked sarcastically.

I used my quiet time in the tub to deduce that he had access to my home, my laptop, and my medication. I don't know how he bypassed my laptop password, but he was a billionaire, and he could have had it hacked by someone. It probably didn't help that I used one word for all of my passwords but different variations of it.

“You're my first and last kidnapping target. If you're a good girl, we can go and visit my family later on,”

My head jerked up, and I almost grinned when I felt it connect against him hard enough for him to grunt.

“Do your family know that you abducted me?”

“Of course not,” he said as I saw him rubbing his nose.

Sadly, there was no blood.

“And if I don't behave…?”

“I get to keep you at home, and we can revisit spanking your ass until it’s a lovely shade of red,” he said, dropping his hand from his nose.

I frowned and turned away from his dark, piercing stare. That wasn't much of a choice, but at least he had removed the butt plug from my ass. I would need to take that as a win.

∞∞∞

I stared at the clothes in his hands. They were navy-coloured pyjamas with Aberdeen Angus cows on them, but they wore a variation of Santa hats and red scarves, and some had colourful Christmas lights on them.

“You bought us matching pyjamas,” I said in shock and confusion.

“Yes, I thought it would be nice for our first Christmas together,” he said as I took the clothes from him.

Ryan never agreed to match pyjamas, but I wondered if it was a twin thing with Saul. He threw his on the bed and whipped his towel off. I honestly couldn't look away because he must need some kind of sling to support that dick. When he pulled a black pair of boxers on, I smothered a smile when he had to adjust himself after he put them on.

My pyjamas came with black lace panties but no bra. I quickly got dressed because I was hungry. He was dressed and watching me as I slipped on a pair of his oversized socks. I couldn't take him seriously with the cow pyjamas.

“His name is Hamish,” he murmured.

“Sorry?” I asked, confused.

“The bull’s name is Hamish,” he said as he eyed my bull pyjamas.

“Is there a backstory to Hamish?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No, that's all there was on the website,” he said with a grin as he closed the gap between us. “I saw him and hoped you would like him.”

I closed my eyes as he kissed my cheek. That would have been sweet if he wasn't such a creepy stalking shithead.

∞∞∞

He kept his hand on my waist as if I would make a run for it. I didn't know where I was, and I didn't have my phone or purse with me. Although I could steal a car if I found his keys if it ever got to the police, who would they believe?

It wasn't a house he lived in. It looked like a mansion. The staircase was simple yet elaborate at the same time. It was one spiral staircase that had at least four levels. He carried me up two flights of stairs without dropping me. It was just as well that I hadn't been awake, or we would have ended up at the bottom.

“Are we still in London?”

“West London,” he said as we reached the ground floor.

My eyes were still glued to the large black door to freedom when he yanked me the opposite way. He opened another door, and I paused in awe and horror. He had a black Christmas tree with twinkling white lights and an equal ratio of silver and black baubles. I saw some silver snowflake decorations mixed in with the baubles when I looked closer. The curtains were drawn, and the main neon lighting words stood out against the wall. The green neon words blinked as if to mock me.

Merry Christmas, .

??

Saul tugged me into the lavish living room and closed the door before he strode across the room to open the curtains. The cream fireplace had two stockings on it, and on top of the fireplace was a small wire tree with lights and snowmen attached to it. I drew closer to reading the writing on the base.

The Winthorpes .

The silver branches held five snowmen. The two closest to the top had names on the bottom. Saul and and three smaller ones were blank. Even the stockings matched his dark Christmas decor. They were topped with cream fur, but the rest were knitted black and silver. Name tags were attached to the fur, and a little red and white Santa hat was on each capital letter of our names.

“You can sort out our presents while I make breakfast,” he said casually before he slapped my ass on the way out.

With a frown, I rubbed my ass and stared at the door for a few moments.

“What the fuck is this?” I whispered to myself before I turned to see the neon lights and the Christmas tree again.

That's when I saw the abundance of presents wrapped up beneath the Christmas tree. He had brought me gifts that my family and friends had sent me. They stood out because they were wrapped up in bright colours. All of his were a mixture of black, white, and silver.

I knelt and saw most of the presents had my name on them. Their sizes varied from large boxes to small ones, but I’d never received so many, not even as a child. I took a long breath because it was all so overwhelming. He had gone to a great deal of trouble to plan everything out. I touched a silver snowflake tree decoration before glancing at my reflection in the shiny black bauble.

My eyes trailed up the Christmas tree, and I saw an angel at the top. I stood up to see that it was a brown angel with silver wings and a long silver dress. Her hands were in a prayer pose. My eyes narrowed on the hair because it looked weird. The curls seemed too large for the tiny head.

I glanced around and saw a nest of tables. I picked the tallest one and sat it next to the tree to inspect the angel. My heart beat a little faster as my suspicion grew. I carefully took the angel off the tree.

Yup, he had glued my hair to his damn angel. The man was a fucking lunatic .