8. Jessica

Jessica

My body shakes with fear as I lay on the mattress to await my next instructions. Red and gold flames light up Alex's dark bedroom, giving everything a strange, surreal quality. My chest is tight, and I feel slightly nauseous. I can't believe this is happening. How the hell did I end up in this crazy situation?

Quivering, I rest my head against the pillows and squeeze my eyes shut. Despite the heat of the room, my skin feels cold as ice and every one of my limbs is frozen. I decide the only way to get through the next couple of minutes is to pretend it isn't happening; cocoon myself in a bubble of denial and just wait for it to be over so that I can leave this accursed place never to return.

In the darkness of my mind, I once more conjure up the image of Alex's terrifying face. Those demonic blue-green eyes. Those twisted, deformed, almost other-worldly features. And his smile. Fuck, when he smiles, he looks worse than ever: an unpleasant pulling back of the mouth that's more of a leer with rows of teeth that are almost canine in appearance.

And that's the mouth that is about to go down on me…

Holy Mother.

Keeping my eyes tightly closed, I try not to think too much as I sense his approach. For a few seconds, I feel him towering over me, taking time to deliberate, as if sizing up his prey. Then out of nowhere, two strong hands grip my hips and slide my body further down the mattress towards the end of the bed. I gasp with surprise at the sudden intrusion but still dare not open my eyes.

Then the large, hot hands move from my waist, all the way up my thighs to the tops of my knees and then gently but firmly spread my legs apart, leaving me wide open for what is to come. I'm so scared I feel like crying. I've never been kissed down below before. Never been given oral sex and the thought of it terrifies me, even more so because of who is going to do it. I'm also worried from a hygiene perspective. Am I thoroughly fresh down there? Do I smell? Am I ready for someone to put their tongue in a place I'm not sure they should be?

And then it happens. A cluster of gentle kisses on my inner thighs. Soft, hot lips against my skin that feel so damn good I'm almost paralysed with shock. My God, this cannot be real. Those lips simply cannot belong to Alex Kingswood. No way. I refuse to believe it.

Slowly, the warm, wet mouth continues to travel up my thighs in sweet, sensual exploration, teasing, caressing, planting a trail of fire over all my erogenous zones. My crotch throbs with excitement and an explosion of love juices trickle onto the bed covers. I've never felt so aroused in my life. Jesus, this wasn't supposed to happen. What witchcraft is this?

Gradually, Alex's smooth, full lips move from my thighs to my pussy and with one careful, almost hesitant flick of his tongue, he begins making slow swirls over my clitoris.

"Mmm…" I moan.

"Does that feel good?" he whispers. "Do you like what I'm doing?"

"Y-yes…"

"Do you want more?"

"Yes."

He needs no further encouragement.

With rising confidence, the gentle swirls and licks transition into intense, confident strokes that probe deep within my soaking wet hole, touching all my soft, sensitive areas, making me whimper with delight. Shockwaves of euphoria zip through my system and I feel like I never want this to end. It feels so divine, so beautiful having his mouth and tongue down there, and oh my gosh, the heat from his breath. Then he ups the intensity. With puckered lips, Alex hungrily sucks my clit in and out of his mouth, creating a glorious sense of friction that makes my knees tremble.

Lord God, the things this man can do with his tongue…

"Your pussy tastes delicious," he whispers from between my thighs. "So sweet and creamy. I can't get enough. It tastes better than I ever dreamed it would."

I only manage a whimper in response. Desire has robbed me of speech.

For what seems forever, I lie pinned to the bed with my eyes closed and my legs spread, Alex devouring my vagina with a passion and expertise that convinces me this boy is no virgin. No. He knows how to bring the most exquisite pleasure to a woman. Only someone with extensive sexual experience would know how to bring me to my knees, quite literally.

Soon, a satisfying warmth rises throughout my body, infusing every nerve ending with little sparks of electricity and I let out a small cry of joy as I orgasm. Rapidly, Alex's tongue continues to lap and glide up and down my wet slit to ensure the feeling lasts for as long as possible. Then abruptly, he stops licking and moves up my body to claim my mouth in his, delivering a mind-blowing kiss that makes my head swoon.

His lips are so soft, so warm, the taste of my juices on his mouth exciting me more than words can say. After Jack's cruel rebuff, my confidence was at an all-time low, but the force of Alex's hunger for me makes me feel loved and wanted in a way I've never felt before. Jesus, he's such a fantastic kisser. Not that I'm an expert of course, my experience limited to the couple of times Midge French-kissed me behind the bike shed at school as part of a game of Truth or Dare. Alex's lips feel different from a girl's but I've got to say they are just as addictively soft, and oh my goodness, the things he can do with his tongue are indescribable.

As our kiss intensifies, his hand travels down to my boobs. Assertively, he cups and gropes them, making me groan for more. In answer to my prayers, he breaks off kissing me, moves down to my breasts and gently bites and sucks on each nipple, pulling and tugging on them to deliver just the right amount of pain. My pussy gushes, and my body is just crying out for further exploration. Slowly, he runs his long, hot tongue up and down my lower abdomen before licking and caressing my bellybutton piercing. My head is telling me not to want this, but the truth is I do.

"Turn around for me…" Alex breathes. "I want to taste every inch of you."

Obediently, I allow him to flip me over onto my front. Starting at the soles of my feet, he slowly works his way up my body, licking and kissing every dip and contour, taking his time to savour every last morsel of flesh. Stifling a moan, I bury my face in the pillow and try to stay quiet as he runs his tongue all over the backs of my calves, my thighs, my spine, my shoulders, my neck, before moving back down towards my buttocks.

Softly, gently, he glides his tongue all over each rump, sensually tracing the letters of the alphabet with his saliva. Then, flattening his tongue, he plunges deep inside my anus, licking me out like he's licking Nutella from a spoon.

Feeling light-headed, I sink my teeth into the pillow to stop myself from screaming. Fuck, I've never felt anything so good. I had no idea people did things like this to each other. It feels sort of nasty but a good sort of nasty if that makes sense. A wonderfully new experience, the most intimate, exquisite feeling imaginable.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Y-yes…"

"Do you want more?"

"Yes."

"Spread your legs a little so I can go deeper."

Submissively, I follow his instructions and gasp as he turns up the intensity, probing my butthole so deep I can't feel my legs. My God, I don't know how much longer I can take this…

A long period of time passes where I almost lose consciousness. My mind goes totally blank and all I can focus on is the delicious heat of his tongue exploring my darkest regions. It's so good I never want it to stop. I want it to go on forever.

Finally, after he's finished feasting, Alex carefully turns me onto my back, causing me to whimper with excitement. Every part of me is burning and I'm desperate to feel a new kind of penetration, one I haven't experienced before…

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to fuck you," he says softly. "You turn me on so much…I need to be inside you now. Is that going to be a problem?"

Lust trickles between my thighs. For a moment, we touch foreheads. The heat of his sweat sears my skin.

"Answer me, my beauty. I know you want it, but I need your consent. Say you want me to fuck you."

"Yes," I gasp, unable to control my desire any longer. "I want you to fuck me. Do it, do it now…"

Instantly, Alex releases me and gets up from the bed with an eagerness that's almost frightening. I hear the rustle of clothing. For the first time since the foreplay began, I finally open my eyes and almost have a heart attack. Even in a dimly lit room, he looks far worse than I remembered, and I'm consumed with fear as the full realisation of what I've just agreed to hits me. I'm about to give my virginity to the devil incarnate.

With my eyes closed, it was easy to forget who was making me feel this good. It was easy to pretend it was someone else making me come harder than I ever could through masturbation. In the sweet safety of darkness, I could imagine it was another man doing all those wonderful things to me. But now I'm jolted back to reality with a resounding thud.

What the hell have I signed up for?

I'm left with little to no time to contemplate.

Very quickly, Alex sheds his waistcoat and shirt and I'm shocked by what I see beneath. The man may have a face that could give Satan nightmares, but he has a body to die for. There's not an ounce of fat on him. His stomach is flat as a washboard, his biceps are huge and every single inch of him is toned to absolute perfection.

And then he does that awful smile again with those canine teeth, and I'm forced to look away, not wanting him to think for one second that I'm ogling him.

With my gaze averted to the wall, I focus for a while on the strange shapes cast by the fire. Then I hear the sound of him stepping out of his trousers and my sense of alarm rises to fever pitch. Trembling, I turn my head discreetly in Alex's direction and every muscle in my body freezes.

Holy Mother of God!

My eyes shoot straight to his nether regions and what I see makes me go light-headed. He's hung like a fucking horse. His penis is so huge it's borderline abnormal—so big and thick and long it's obscene. I don't pretend to be an expert on penises, but what I do know is that thing absolutely terrifies me. Instinctively, I snap my legs shut. No way. No way in hell is that thing coming anywhere near me. It will tear me apart—if I could even get it to fit up there in the first place. This is a non-starter. It's time to call an end to this madness. No way is he putting that thing up inside me. No, no, no.

"I-I'm sorry, I can't do this."

"What do you mean?"

"I think I made a mistake. Can I go home please?"

"Wait, just calm down," Alex says gently. "Take it easy, my beauty. We're not going to rush anything. I promise we can take things as slowly as you like."

Shaking my head vehemently, I say, "No, I really need to go. I don't want to do this anymore…I'm not ready. Keep the money, I don't care anymore. I just want to go home."

"Is that what you truly want? Tell me truthfully now."

In answer to his question, I jump up from the bed and make a desperate run for the door, but he's far too quick for me. In one lightning-quick move, Alex catches me around the waist and within seconds, we're locked in another embrace, kissing each other hard, our mouths bonded together in a dance of wild abandon. My head is screaming for me to get out of here and run for the hills, but my body has taken on a mind of its own. My pussy is pounding and has a hankering for something only his mammoth cock can satisfy.

The harsh truth is I now want Alex so much it scares me. Try as I might to deny it, from the moment we met there has been a magnetic connection between us that is hard to fathom; an insane dichotomy where he both excites and terrifies me, attracts and repels me, and the part that is attracted to him has reigned victorious. His relentless pursuit has finally paid off and I'm now under some sort of spell that has me doing things against my better judgement.

After laying me on the bed, Alex leaves the room and returns a moment later carrying a large white towel. Gently, he raises my hips, places the towel and a pillow beneath me, then he lifts both my legs onto his shoulders and slowly lowers himself on top of me. My breath hitches. His monstrous eyes scorch down into the depths of my soul, and I'm so terrified it's like I'm paralysed.

"There's going to be some pain and a little bit of bleeding," he says. "But I promise you that when I'm done, it's going to feel so good. Tonight, I'm going to make you a woman and teach you how to take dick, and you're going to love it, trust me."

For the hundredth time, I ask myself how I got into this crazy situation.

Slowly, Alex begins to push the big chunky head of his penis into my tight hole, and almost immediately, I let out a loud cry of pain. Right away, he places one hand over my mouth and tells me to shush. Whispers for me to calm down and says if I can just hold on for a minute, it will start to feel good. Then, tenderly, he wraps my arms around his shoulders and continues gently thrusting. I bite the inside of my cheek to smother another scream. Fuck, that bloody hurts!

It's at this point I suddenly realise I forgot to ask him to put on a condom. I've been so caught up in the moment, so consumed with lust, it didn't once cross my mind to ask him to use protection. I'm on birth control but still would have preferred to double up. After all, how do I know where this dick has been? How many women has Alex slept with? Jesus, does he make using prostitutes a regular thing? What if I catch something nasty? Fleetingly, I think of the unopened packet of Durex lying in my handbag downstairs, but somehow, my mouth refuses to formulate a sentence. It's like I'm frozen or in the grip of a spell.

Little by little, Alex continues nudging his enormous shaft deeper, deeper up my dark cavity, expanding my tight hole with ever increasing thrusts, making my blood and juices flow, tearing through my sacred veils of Womanhood. Deeper and deeper he pounds, bumping and touching all my most sensitive spots, filling me up until I can't take any more. The pain is so excruciating I feel like passing out, but somehow, I manage to hold my nerve. On and on it goes until at last, he's all the way to the hilt, and his soft grunts and groans of enjoyment turn me on so much that despite the soreness, I find myself wanting him to go deeper.

"Shit, your pussy is so tight," Alex moans. "Open up more, baby, so I can get inside you properly."

Obediently, I spread my legs wider for him and gasp as his cock suddenly slams in full throttle, taking me to new heights of euphoria I didn't dream possible. It's like he's a wild animal, fucking me fast and hard with deep, unrelenting strokes that send me completely crazy. I open my eyes to see my breasts bouncing up and down in time to each of his savage thrusts. The bedframe bangs loudly against the wall. My God, the sensation of pleasure and pain is incredible and nothing I've ever experienced can compare.

"Your cunt is so sweet," he whispers in my ear. "Never did I dream you would feel this beautiful around my dick. It's like bathing in hot sticky syrup."

Desire consumes every pore of my being and the feel of his mammoth cock between my thighs is just too good for me to stop. I need him to keep going. I need him to go deeper and by God, I need him to make me come. The thrill is just too much to handle. Back and forth he slams, pushing the bed to breaking point, until finally, big, joyful bursts of delight ricochet through me, sending high voltage jolts of ecstasy from the tips of my fingers to the ends of my toes.

As I yell loud enough to wake the people in the next village, Alex increases his violent strokes and very soon, he too is roaring with elation. I feel an enormous fountain of hot semen shoot up inside me. Panting hard, he collapses on top of me dripping with sweat, the two of us a mass of tangled limbs. For a long time, we just lie there, and then slowly, I attempt to extricate myself, but Alex refuses to budge, not wanting to let me go.

"No," he breathes against my neck. "Don't you dare move. I want every single drop of my cum inside you. I want you to take it all in and savour it."

My breathing grows shallow, and I can feel his heart beating against mine. Then at last, he releases me, gets up and goes into the bathroom, returning shortly with a flannel and a bowl of water. Kneeling beside the bed, he proceeds to gently wipe all the blood from my private parts, the cool water a welcome relief from the stinging soreness down below.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you...but you enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"Y-yes," I whisper.

"Good. I love making you come. Do you think you can take more? I think I'm ready to go again."

I squeeze my thighs tightly together. "I-I don't think I can take more right now. It was mind-blowing but once was enough. I'm much too sore."

"Okay," he says softly. "If you change your mind, let me know."

Silently, Alex finishes cleaning me up and then, placing the wash things on the dresser, throws back the duvet covers, climbs into bed, and pulls me into a vice-like embrace it's impossible to escape. It's like I'm his property now and he has no intention of ever letting go.

Locked in his frighteningly powerful arms, I feel so hot and stifled I can barely breathe but dare not complain in case I upset him. We just had the most explosive sex ever, but at the same time, in the back of my mind, I know I still need to work to keep him sweet. I can't do anything to sabotage getting that final twenty-five grand to my mother, so I'll need to play nice for as long as it takes to get out of here. Her life depends on it.

"What are you thinking about?" Alex whispers, stroking my cheek. "Are you okay? Talk to me."

"No, it's nothing," I reply. "I-I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"I can't tell you how privileged I feel to be your first. That you opened up and gave your body to me so freely will be something I treasure forever. What we just did was so…so magical, I can't even describe it. This has truly been the best night of my life."

I have no words. I am too choked up with emotion to speak.

Lovingly, he kisses my forehead and I'm so exhausted, before long I fall into a deep, slightly troubled sleep. Lord knows what tomorrow will bring.

The next morning when I wake up, the space beside me on the bed is empty. Alex is nowhere to be seen. The curtains are drawn but thin rays of sunlight peak through to reveal a magnificent room of opulence and splendour. For a few minutes, I lie in a daze, buried beneath the quilt, not wanting to leave the warmth and sanctity of the four-poster bed. The mattress is the most comfortable I've ever slept on and highlights just how hard and springy my one is at home. I try to turn sideways and wince as a sharp twinge of pain shoots through me. Every part of me is still so sore from last night, especially between my legs. Holy fuck, last night…

Closing my eyes, I momentarily cast my mind back to the wild sex I had with Alex. Him going down on me. Touching and caressing every inch of my body with his lips. The delicious feeling of his monster cock tearing through me. I get wet just thinking about it and instinctively, reach down to stroke my clit. Without him inside me, it feels as if a part of me is missing.

And then I snap out of it and desperately push salacious thoughts from my mind. Shit, what time is it? Turning, I glance at the clock on the dresser and see that it's just gone ten am. I begin to panic as I realise I'm stark naked in a strange house with no idea how long it's going to take for me to be allowed to leave this place.

Then I start to notice other things. On a chair by the wall is a fluffy white dressing gown and a bath towel. On the cabinet, lies a single red rose. Beside it, propped against a table lamp, is a large, laminated card with William Morris' The Strawberry Thief printed on it. Reaching out, I pick up the card, flip it over and read an inscription written in the most beautiful, old-fashioned handwriting: Dear Jessica, thanks so much for a wonderful evening. You have given me memories that will stay with me forever. Yours, Alex.

My throat closes up. A rose and a card. How beautifully romantic. Nobody has ever done something like this for me before and under different circumstances, I would be over the moon. Unfortunately, because it's coming from Alex Kingswood, the cute gesture leaves me feeling sick and more than a little guilty. I don't want him having these kinds of thoughts about me. No way do I want him getting attached. What we did last night must never happen again and after today, we must both go our separate ways.

Still, it was awfully sweet of him…

Suddenly, there's a timid knock on the door. Christ, who can that be? In a panic, I grab the quilt and pull it up to my chin to preserve my modesty. Then, clearing my throat, I tell the person to come in. Tentatively, the door opens, and Mrs Bullivant enters the room carrying a tray laden with tea, toast and jam plus a full English fry up of bacon, eggs and sausages. At the sight of it, my stomach begins to rumble. The scent of freshly fried bacon makes me realise how hungry I am, having not eaten since yesterday afternoon.

"Good morning," the old woman greets politely, placing the tray before me. "I hope you slept well."

"Um, yes I did, thanks," I reply, blushing at my nakedness. My God, what must she think of me? But Mrs Bullivant doesn't bat an eyelid. In fact, she can barely bring herself to look at me. Something about her evasiveness makes me uneasy, like she's privy to some dark secret I'm not in on.

"I wasn't sure what food you wanted," she continues, "so I brought you a little of everything. If there is anything you don't like, please let me know and I can get you something else."

"No, no, this looks great, thank you. I love a full English." I crack a smile, but it's not reciprocated.

She gestures to the towel and dressing gown on the chair. "Once you have finished your breakfast, please feel free to take a shower in the en suite. Everything is laid out for you. After you've finished washing and dressing, Mr Kingswood has requested that you stay in this room until he comes to get you. Is that understood?"

"Yes," I whisper. "Loud and clear."

Crikey, these people are so weird and creepy, I just want to get out of here. It feels like I am constantly being talked down to. What is this place? Alcatraz? After she's gone, I hurriedly drink my tea and wolf down my breakfast then, throwing on the dressing gown, go to the bathroom to clean my teeth and take a quick shower. I find the steaming hot jets of water purifying and come out of the cubicle feeling refreshed.

Patting my hair dry with a towel, I return to the bedroom to find a gorgeous green dress laid out for me on the bed. Another gift from Alex. But where the heck are my clothes from yesterday? Crouching, I look down the side of the bed and see my old ballet pumps, but my jeans, T-shirt, bra and knickers are nowhere to be seen. Straightening up, I put my hands on my hips and scan the entire room, but there's definitely no sign of them.

My brows snap together.

What on earth have these people done with my stuff?

Perhaps Mrs Bullivant put them in the wash, which is fine, but it means I'll have to travel home wearing no underwear. Too bad, I don't plan on hanging around waiting for clothes to dry. Whatever happens, I refuse to allow anything to slow me down, I just need to get home as soon as possible.

After I've finished drying my hair, I slip into the dress which fits perfectly and is made of the most wonderfully soft material. With a scooped neckline and slightly tailored waist, it reminds me of something vintage from the 1950s and I absolutely love it.

Smoothing down my hair, I sit for a moment on the freshly made bed (Mrs Bullivant must have done a little housekeeping while I was in the shower) and gaze around Alex's bedroom. It's a truly amazing space full of antique furniture and ornaments on the mantlepiece which look as if they cost a fortune. Despite its splendour however, the room is tinged with a dark atmosphere like everything in this house, and I remember Alex's comment about this place being a beautiful prison. Just how many years did he spend locked up in this place? Magnificent as it is, I could see how monotonous and dull it could become if this were my only living space.

After a while, I get up from the bed and walk across to the large sash windows that look out over the extensive grounds of Claremont Hall. It is truly a breath-taking sight filled with a patchwork of perfectly maintained flower gardens, a boating lake and never-ending hills of green.

Out of nowhere, my body switches to high alert as the bedroom door opens and I hear the sound of soft footfalls on the carpet. Even before he approaches, I can feel Alex's dark aura seeping in, engulfing me with a mixture of both excitement and fear. My shoulders stiffen and I flinch inwardly at the prospect of what is to come.

Refusing to turn around, I continue to gaze out of the window at the panoramic views of the estate, willing myself to stop trembling. I utter a gasp as he places two strong hands on my shoulders.

"That dress looks stunning on you," he murmurs. "It fits so perfectly. Do you like it?"

"Y-yes," I whisper. "I love it. Thank you."

Slowly, his hands travel from my shoulders down to the sides of my arms before gently but firmly gripping hold of my waist. Then, with a low growl, Alex presses himself up hard against me, and my knees go weak as I feel the enormity of his erection. For long moments, he strokes his wood up and down my bottom, touching, teasing, the thin material of my dress the only barrier to us making direct skin-to-skin contact.

With a quiet moan, I throw my head back and close my eyes as sticky juices trickle down my thighs. Once more, my body has taken on a mind of its own and I'm like putty in his hands. Then, mercifully, Alex releases me, and his voice resumes a business-like tone.

"Just so you know, Jessica, I spoke to my bank this morning and arranged for the funds to be deposited to your account today. The next time you check your balance, you should see it in there."

"That's wonderful news, I can't thank you enough. You've been so good to me." Flustered, I bite my thumbnail and continue staring out the window. My mind has gone blank and I can't think of anything else to say. Much as I want to, I still can't bring myself to look at him.

"You're going to need to give me your telephone number," he says suddenly.

"W-what?"

"I'm going to need a number to contact you on to discuss the dates your mother is due to fly out to Germany. Remember, I've still got to buy those plane tickets and make arrangements for the hotel. It makes sense for us to swap numbers now, so we don't have to keep passing messages through the escort agency."

Oh, my goodness. He's right, but Jesus, I can't have him calling my house phone. What if my mother picks up?

Tucking a hair behind my ear, I try desperately to think of an excuse. "I, um, that is…" Shit, I can't think of anything. There's no way out of this. "Can't I just take your number and I'll call you instead? If you tell me when a good time would be to call you…"

Alex's tone darkens. "Why? Is there a problem with me having your phone number? Don't you want me to be able to contact you?"

"No, no, there's not a problem, of course you can call me…"

"Good. There's a notepad and pen on the cabinet over there. Write it down now."

Obediently, I do as I'm told while inwardly cursing myself for not having prepared better for this conversation. I thought I was so smart. I'd assumed that after today, we would have no need to ever speak to each other again, but of course, we still have outstanding business to settle that conveniently allows Alex to have access to my personal contact details. I'm such a fool.

After I've written down the number, I say, "Listen, if you call and my mother answers the phone, please can you tell her you're from Storm Models Management."

"Let me guess. Cynthia doesn't know about the escort work."

"No, she doesn't, and she'd go completely ballistic if she did, so please, when you do call, be discreet, okay? I need to keep this just between the two of us. She thinks I earned this money through modelling jobs, and I want to keep it that way."

"No problem. I promise not to upset the applecart." Then suddenly I'm in his arms again and my head starts to spin. Alex's lips find mine, covering them with a savage kiss and all my silent protests drain away to be replaced by a wild beating of my heart. His hands travel down my spine and roughly grope my backside, making me moan inadvertently. For an interminable time, I remain locked in his arms enjoying this sweet surrender, until finally, he releases me.

"Don't go home yet. Can't you at least stay for the afternoon? I could show you around the grounds of the estate, show you my orange groves. Then we can have lunch alfresco style on the terrace. I just want some more time with you. What do you say?"

I lower my lashes. "I-I'm sorry Alex, that sounds lovely, but I really must be getting back. It's a long drive to London and my mum will be wondering where I am."

"Where does she think you are right now?"

"I told her I'm on another modelling assignment. Honestly, I need to be getting back to help look after Freddie. He can be a real handful at times, and I've been gone too long already."

"All right, fine," Alex says. "I don't want to keep you here if you have other things that need attending to with your family. But tell me, when do I get to see you again?"

"I don't understand. I thought this was it. What do you mean when will we see each other again?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"No, I'm sorry, you've lost me."

"I'm crazy about you, Jessica. You must know that by now. You're in my head all the time, I think about you 24/7. Last night was incredible. What we shared was the most beautiful, most intimate experience of my entire life and I worship the ground you walk on."

"Please…" I whisper. "I don't want to hear this." Biting my lip, I keep my eyes fixed on the carpet, refusing to meet his gaze.

"You're going to hear this, because it's true," he says, his voice cracking with emotion. "I want you to be my girlfriend, simple as that. I want to take care of you. I want to be the only man in your life that will always be there for you, be loyal to you, provide you with everything you need both emotionally and financially."

No, no, no, this wasn't supposed to happen.

This was supposed to only be a one-night thing, not the start of a full-blown relationship. I can't agree to this, no way. We are complete opposites, our worlds are too different, it would never work, plus, Jesus, how could I ever introduce him to my family? What would Cynthia say? How would I even begin to explain how we know each other or the seedy circumstances under which our relationship was forged?

In a daze of anxiety, I turn around and stare back out of the window, trying to play for time. It feels like I'm trapped in a recurring nightmare.

"I'm sorry Alex, this is nothing personal, but I can't be in a relationship with anyone right now."

"Why not?" he demands. "Is it because of the way I look? Are you ashamed to be seen with me?"

"No, it's not that. Do you seriously think I'm that shallow? Of course, it's not that. No, it's because I've got far too much on my plate right now. I just don't have the time. I'm busy with my part-time job and any other free time I have I must focus on my mother and looking after Freddie…"

"And who looks after you, huh? Tell me that? Who do you turn to when you need emotional support? You need a proper man in your life, and I'm more than ready, willing, and able to be that man, Jessica. You're everything I ever wanted in a woman, and I know I can make you happy, if you'd just give me the chance. I want to take care of you, and I want to take care of your family, so let's stop playing games. It's time for us to be open and honest with each other. Don't deny your feelings. You might not care to admit it, but I know you're crazy for me too."

"What?! My goodness, what makes you think I'm crazy about you?"

"Well, I know you're crazy about my dick." His voice lowers an octave. "I know you think about it all the time—how big and thick and long it is. How it fills you up. How it stretches you out. Now you've had a taste for it, you can't get enough, can you? I bet you're gagging for it right now."

I shake my head, yet every single word he said is true, but I'll be damned if I give him the satisfaction of knowing it.

"You're insane," I mutter unconvincingly. "All right, I'll admit the sex was good. Better than good, in fact. Mind-blowing. But I can live without it. If you think you can control me just because you've got a big dick and made me orgasm a few times…" The sentence dies.

Who the hell am I kidding?

I hear the rustle of clothing, the sound of trousers hitting the floor and even without looking, I know that he's naked. Oh, fuck. What is he going to do now? For a long time, I remain frozen by the window with my back to him, my arms folded protectively across my chest. Inside a battle is raging. Part of me desperately wants to turn around and see what he's up to but the other part of me wants to flee. I'm locked in perpetual ‘fight or flight' mode, and I'm torn between the two. Then, as if pulled by an invisible force, I give into temptation and sneak a glance behind me.

Alex is lying on the bed slowly masturbating, watching me intently with what appear to be yellow animal eyes. He has the face of a demon but the body of a Greek god. Nestled between powerful thighs sits a cock as erect as Nelson's Column and about twice as thick. My jaw drops. I can't stop staring at it. It's like I'm in the presence of something sacred or mystical or like I've been hypnotised.

"I maybe ugly as sin but I can make you come more times than you can count. I know you love what I do to you and right now you're completely gushing for me. Come on, let me give you one more for the road. This cock is right here waiting for you. Your name is written all over it. Now, let's make a deal…"

"I don't do deals," I say. "Like I said, you're insane."

"All right, a challenge, then. I challenge you to walk out of this house right now without sitting on this dick. If you can do that, then we'll call it quits. We can forget this ever happened and I promise to leave you alone for good. But…" He breaks off, his grip on his penis growing more intense. "If my suspicions are proved to be correct and you can't resist fucking me, then I'll take that as a ‘yes' to you being my girlfriend. Do you agree to those terms?"

"Yes! Oh my gosh, yes! That will be so easy."

"Good. Let's see you do it then."

"All right, I will." Mustering all my strength, I turn on my heel and begin boldly taking steps towards the door, but just as I reach the threshold, I find myself slowing down. What the heck? It's such an odd sensation, like invisible hands holding my feet down, as if I've been glued to the spot. Squeezing my eyes shut, I try not to think about how good his penis feels, how big and thick and long it is, but the more I try to fight the impulse, the worse it gets. My pussy is yearning for a wrecking and juices flow down my legs like a tap that can't be turned off.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is crazy. I need him inside me, I need him inside me…

Next thing I know, I'm hitching up my dress and running back towards the bed in the grip of some mad, feverish hunger. I'm so wild and out of control I can't see straight, can't think straight. The only thing I can feel is a frantic, almost painful throbbing down below that can only be sated by one thing…

In a trance-like state, I straddle Alex and roughly lower myself onto his enormous shaft, gasping as he quickly pushes through the tightness and starts impaling me with deep, delicious thrusts. Up and down I bounce, grinding his dick furiously, moaning with ecstasy as I relish the sensation of being completely and utterly owned by him.

"Good girl," he breathes. "Take it all up there. Fuck, your cunt is so tight. You're learning to handle my dick so well, aren't you? Mmm…oh yeah, give it to me." After a few moments of bumping and grinding, he pushes up my dress, grips hold of my backside and spreads my buttocks wide, opening me up so that he can get all the way to the hilt. I throw my head back. Let out a loud cry of delight. Shit, this is too good to stop. I want this to go on forever and ever.

"Don't you dare look away from me," Alex whispers. "Look at me and know whose cock is making you feel this good. No closing your eyes. No imagining you're with some pretty boy. The reality is you're getting fucked by a big ugly son of a bitch and you love it. Don't you?"

"Y-yes…"

"Don't you!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Then open your fucking eyes and look at me."

Bravely, I open my eyes and look down into his demonic face, holding his gaze without flinching. A sharp thrill of terror shoots up my spine. My heart races. My muscles tense. But still, I keep on going, intensifying my hip thrusts as I experience a deeply pleasurable adrenaline rush that increases all levels of sensitivity. Staring into Alex's face is like watching a horror movie and getting fucked at the same time—it creates a delicious fusion of excitement and fear that greatly enhances the sexual experience and once I've got a taste for it, I can't get enough.

"That's it," Alex rasps. "Keep riding it. Harder, my sweet, harder, give it all you've got. Fuck, I've never seen anything so beautiful. You're sending me crazy…"

Suddenly, he grips hold of my waist, lifts me off him as if I weigh nothing and swiftly turns me over onto my hands and knees. Moving his fingers down to the small of my back, he roughly slaps my buttocks before positioning himself behind me, stroking his cock vigorously against my soaking wet slit. With one dynamite thrust, he pushes inside like a bullet and for a moment, I can't move, the soreness is so acute. Then, as I start to get used to it, pain soon gives way to pleasure and I'm back to enjoying myself again.

Back and forth he slams, burrowing his monster cock deeper and deeper, hitting my womb each and every time. I whimper as if I'm being tortured but it's a glorious type of torture. Sliding forward onto my elbows, I raise my hips upwards to give him more leverage, and he gets so deep I can feel his ball sacks slapping against my clit.

Holy fucking shit, it hurts so good.

Very soon, a fire stirs in my belly and Alex speeds up his super-charged thrusts, pounding and pounding my pussy till at last I feel an explosion of fireworks. We cry out in unison as we reach an earth-shattering climax and Alex pulls out swiftly, spraying a jet of semen all over the bed covers.

Panting heavily, I collapse onto the mattress and bury my face in the pillow, the orgasm so intense it feels like an out of body experience. Meanwhile, Alex stands at the foot of the bed, towering over me in triumph.

"You belong to me now Jessica," he growls. "There's no going back. You accepted the challenge and now you must keep your side of the bargain. From this moment on, I consider us to be official. Seven pm next Saturday, I'm going to send Hobbs to pick you up from your house and bring you back to me. We're going to have dinner and the most romantic evening you've ever experienced."

"Okay…okay…" is all I can manage. "You win."

In this moment of weakness and vulnerability, I'll pretty much agree to anything he says. I'm too exhausted to put up any further resistance. He's got me hooked and he damn well knows it. But you know what the worst part is? All I can think about is when I can next get under him.

Once I've finished recharging, Alex gets dressed and then helps me into the bathroom to assist cleaning me up. Then he leaves the room and returns a short time later holding a stunning gold necklace featuring a winged scarab carved from a yellowish-green gemstone.

"Wow, that's gorgeous," I gasp.

"Come over here, let me put it on you."

"No, no, I couldn't…"

"That wasn't a request, my sweet. It was an order. Now come over here."

Meekly, I walk across to him and wait patiently as he secures it around my neck. Once in place, I gaze down and marvel at its weight and the beauty of the exquisite craftmanship.

"This necklace was a gift from King Farouk I of Egypt to my great grandfather," Alex explains. "That scarab is made from a piece of Libyan Desert Silica Glass. It is among the rarest minerals on Earth and is found only in the Great Sand Sea. Apparently, this necklace once belonged to a Pharoah's daughter and is supposed to bring the wearer good fortune. I want you to have it."

My eyes widen. "Oh no, no! I can't take this. It must be worth a fortune."

"It's not the cost that matters but the sentiment behind it. I want you to wear this as a token of my affection."

"What?! No, please, Alex. I can't take this. It wouldn't be right. It's a family heirloom, and we've only just met."

"Jessica…I insist. Just humour me, okay? I'll be very offended if you refuse my gift to you."

"All right, okay, I'll take it. Thank you so, so much. I have no words to convey just how much I love it." And I mean it. Nobody has ever given me something so beautiful and the thought gets me all choked up.

For a few moments, Alex doesn't say anything, just continues to stare at me like he's scared I might run away if he takes his eyes off for a second. Then, tenderly, he takes hold of my hand and leads me downstairs to the hall where Mrs Bullivant is waiting with my bag and coat. Five minutes later, we're out on the driveway where Hobbs and the Rolls are parked ready to take me home. Despite everything that's happened, I can't help but feel a sense of relief at finally being able to leave this place and return to normality.

As I step into the back seat, Alex gives my hand a final squeeze and says softly: "Remember, Jessica, seven pm Saturday, okay? Don't forget."

"I won't," I reply with a sinking feeling. "I-I look forward to it."

"Me too. I'll be counting down every second until then. I miss you so much already…"

Smiling thinly, I fold my arms and stare straight ahead, unable to bring myself to return the sentiment. Dammit. I feel like such a fraud. After we've said a final goodbye, Hobbs steers the car out of the drive, and we begin moving slowly towards the entrance gates. Glancing over my shoulder, I take one final look at Claremont Hall, and notice something that makes every hair on my neck stand up. Parked further down the driveway is a shiny black Range Rover. Oh my God. So, Freddie was right. Alex has been following me. No, not following. Stalking me. What the hell have I gotten myself into?