Chapter 8

Eight

MARISSA

“Home” turns out to be a cabin in the middle of a dense green forest. The modern structure consists of twin two-tiered pods with slightly slanted metal roofs. Full glass hallways connect them. Nestled in a small clearing of trees, the house is perched on a rocky overhang overlooking a calm lake. As we drive up to the cabin, dark blue water flashes between the skinny pines. My breath gets caught in my chest, staring at the beauty of the surrounding nature.

Xavier carefully crawls his expensive car over the pavement, the gravel crunching beneath the tires. When I roll down a window, the smell of damp leaves filters inside the car. The cool air makes my body shiver until it’s up again. Middle of nowhere, a cabin in the woods, alone with a psychotic stalker… I think I’m in trouble.

Stopping near the front door, Xavier jumps out of the Maserati and strolls to my side to open the wing. When he does, I shrink back in my seat, not knowing what to do. Should I go with him?

“Come on. I don’t bite.” His laugh rips through the woods, echoing off the nearby caverns. I know very well he does bite.

“Can you just take me home, please?” I plead, fear causing my heart to skip with palpitations. “Please, Xavier.”

“You are home, Marissa. This is ours, or will be ours once we’re married. I know you’re going to love it. You love the woods.” He takes in the scenery as a tiny breath leaves his nostrils. Quietly, he says, “I built this for you.”

He built this for me? Terror has my heart trying to catch up to its rhythm. Is he going to lock me inside forever? I’ve read news stories like this. My fingers scramble to grasp anything in the car to hold on to.

Sensing that I’m not moving, Xavier swiftly reaches inside, unbuckles my belt, then grabs me around the waist. As if I weigh nothing, he tosses my body over his broad shoulder and slams the door behind me.

Hitting his back with my fists, I scream into the empty air. “Oh my god, put me down, Xavier!” He just huffs a chuckled reply.

“You don’t have to call me your god, kitten. Master or sir or daddy will do just fine.” A shocking swat hits my ass as he spanks me, forcing a gasp from my throat. He walks us along a cedar gangplank, across a craggy ravine to the front entry. Black water pools underneath the walkway surrounding the front of the house while koi fish dance in small clusters through lily pads and lush water plants. The sight makes me still in Xavier’s impressive arms.

With his finger on a scanner, he unlocks the front door. “Nah, never mind. I am your god now. I am your savior.” He carefully sets me down in the entryway like a delicate being.

My instinct is to turn and run, but I’m held captive by an unobstructed view of the lake filling the back of the entry. Venturing farther to my right, the house opens up until I stand in awe of the majestic design with my mouth wide open.

Light wood planks line the ceiling, the walls boarded in a darker cedar. Floor-to-ceiling windows cover the back of the house, infiltrated by all the natural light the shady trees allowed. Strangely, I feel comforted taking in the giant, light, and open room complete with a living space, dining area, and kitchen. The smell of freshly cut timber reminds me of family camping trips we used to take.

Along the close wall sits the largest limestone fireplace I have ever seen. In front lay a nubby rug, a relaxed soft gray sofa, and an Eames chair with an ottoman. The kitchen is constructed of smooth wood cabinets, a commercial-sized refrigerator, and a large gas stove. A ten-person rustic wood dining table serves as the kitchen’s island, the sides flanked with solid benches.

Across the entryway is a sliding cedar door, which I assume leads to a bedroom. A metal spiral staircase is tucked to the right of the living area, leading down to the pods below. The furnishings are sleek but appear comfortable, dotted with soft textiles. A wooden deck covered with an angled roof outfits the entire back of the house, looking over the dark waters beyond.

I think I’ve had visions of this place. Overwhelmed by the beauty, my eyes become heated with tears. Not since I was very young have I felt like I was safe, or that I belonged somewhere. Not after what happened to me. Not until now.

Xavier takes a few steps up next to me and slides his hand into mine. “You like?” Turning his head slightly, his eyes widen, as if he is waiting for my reaction.

“Xavier…this is breathtaking. It’s a dream.” The words fall from my lips like truth, making me forget all the concern I’ve had of who he is and what he’s done. It feels like home.

“Come on. I want to show you out back.” Tugging on my hand, he practically skips me through the glass doors leading to the deck. The levity that replaced his earlier rage makes me follow willingly. Plus, if he built something like this, how bad could he be?

Several natural wood Adirondack chairs line the lounge area while an oversized picnic table stands in the dining area next to a large grill. A hot tub takes up a corner by the bedroom quarters. Beneath us is a whole lower level of the house, also covered with glass. Large stones form a back patio, then converge into a rustic path with stone stairs leading to a dock on the water.

“How many bedrooms are there?” I ask, facing the lake while peering over the modern metal railing.

Gently wrapping his arms around my waist, he takes in the views with me. His crystal blue eyes search the area above my head, staring far into the distance. “Five. Told you if you want a litter...” When he pushes his hips against me, his hard erection prods into my back.

Is he kidding? Sneaking a glance, I try to figure out his expression. But when I do, he meets my face with tenderness and a warm smile.

“I can’t tell if you’re serious or not. No one has ever talked to me this way,” I say in disbelief. I should put a stop to it, panic and run away. But the thought of having his children doesn’t seem so scary. Not when I’m standing in this magical place and under his jovial expression.

The tenor of his deep voice lulls my senses into a trance as he says, “I’m serious, beautiful. Let’s get started.”

Leaning down to place his lips on the crook of my neck, his cedar and spice scent causes my pussy to ache. I should be terrified he will kidnap and breed me, but my body arches back into him, letting him have more of my skin. I want him to take all of me, but that’s just crazy. So, I let the logic speak through my mouth.

“Xavier…I don’t know anything about you. I just broke up with James. I need time. Mr. Hall, my classes. I’m under a lot of stress. I can’t start anything right now.” Despite listing all the excuses rattling around in my brain, I drift back into his corded chest like we’re connected by magnets. My nipples harden while he sucks on my earlobe.

He moves his hands to my shoulders, peppering kisses down my neck, then gently massages them. The air moves quickly past his lips before he blows out a long moan. “Mmm, you’re adorable.”

With a swift motion, he twirls me around to face him. Jaw clenched and eyes narrowed, he looks every bit the wolf I assume him to be. Gripping my neck with one of his large hands, he uses the other to hold my hair at the back of my head, tilting it so I’m forced to stare into his piercing gaze.

“Marissa, we’ve already started. There is no going back from this. Ever. Do you understand?” He nods my head for me. “I own you; you’re mine. Do I need to remind you?”

My mind is completely blank. I’ve never been dominated like this before, and my body is thoroughly confused by his roughness, his intensity, his commands. It’s as if I need him to take over just so I can feel.

“Use your words. Do I need to remind you?” I can only open my mouth like a fish. Letting go of my neck, he slaps me in the face, a gasp wrenching from my chest. He just smacked me…and my pussy floods as my knees wobble. It rips my attention to my physical being and out of my head.

Lowering his eyes to my chest, my nipples become rock hard under his inspection and a smirk lifts one side of his lips. If he bites one, I think I’ll instantly come. The look on his face is wild, reflecting how my body is reacting. It makes me want to melt into him, have him just take me. “Looks like you do need the reminder, after all.”

He rips the T-shirt I’m wearing straight off my body. Stumbling backward from him, I almost fall, but he grabs my arms and spins me around, so my hips are embedded in the metal railing. Then he locks me against it, pinning my legs between his. Unfastening my purple silk bra, he tugs it down my arms until my large breasts spill out before he tosses it aside. Reaching around, his fingers deftly unbutton my jeans as I lean heavily against him, trying to move away from the cold, hard banister.

Tugging down my pants to my knees, he continues to hold my arms behind me with one strong hand. I sway my hips as the cooler evening air hits my ass, and he spanks me hard on my left ass cheek. With a cry of shock that echoes between the trees, tears form in my eyes. As he lowers his zipper, my hips scoot back to be closer to him.

Some deep, unhinged part of me wants him to be this rough, is desperate for him to force me. I can’t think why his unnerving desire for me is so different from Mr. Hall’s, but it is. He is.

“You will obey me. When I ask you a question, you will answer. Do you understand?” He grasps my dark hair with his free hand and yanks my head back so I can look at him. My eyes widen with fear…and excitement.

Swallowing, I speak loudly. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he growls, his deep voice closer to my ear. The sound alone could make me do things I shouldn’t do.

I consider this—the titles he wants me to use. Keep him calm so I don’t get hurt.

“Yes, sir?”

“Yes, that’s right. Good girl.” He knees my legs as far apart as they will go, then he bends me over the railing, tugs back on my arms with his hands, and rams into me from behind in one swift movement. The force pushes all the air from my lungs. And fills me completely whole in a way I’ve missed since the last time he was inside me. “Fuck! Let me in, kitten. Don’t clench up. Show your owner how much you need his cock.”

With a little whimper, I try to relax, but it never gets any easier, that thickness stretching me each time he thrusts. I don’t understand myself. Part of me is terrified. He just smacked me across the face and shoved inside me without asking. But Xavier is also right. My body has to have his. Something must be wrong with me, but I need this. I’m desperate for it...and I hate that about myself. I’ll think about it later, but now I milk him with my pussy, fucking him with reverberations every time he pumps into me.

May as well enjoy the trip to Hell.

His breathy chuckle hits the skin of my bare neck, sending a shiver down my spine. “That’s it. Fuck your cock. It belongs to you as much as this cunt belongs to me.” Letting go of my arms, he snatches my long hair, and pulls it back so my neck stretches up again. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

He’s pounding into me so forcefully I can barely get the word out. “You.”

“What? I can’t hear you.” Smacking my face again, he bites his lower lip before asking again, “Who?”

“You! You…master!” The heat rises in my belly, settling between my legs. It’s unstoppable now. Maybe I’m beginning to believe his delusions about me. Perhaps he put me under some kind of erotic spell, but the lust is making me want to be completely his. Give my body over to him to use, abuse, fuck, hit, slap, spank, bite… I hump his granite length feverishly, chasing my orgasm as I shove off the rail. Like some deranged stripper, I moan and writhe on his pole, eager to have more of him inside me.

“Damn, you’re such a good girl. You want more, huh?” After a light pat on my ass cheek, he grabs the bulk of it. “Need to get in deeper, beautiful.” Pausing a moment, he reaches down and pulls a leg out of my jeans to hold it in the air, knee bent in the crook of his elbow. From this angle, when he plunges in again, he’s able to hit every wall. A violent scream wrenches from my lungs from some odd mixture of pleasure and pain.

Grasping my face with his free hand, his blue eyes meet mine with a look of something like reverence. “How many babies do you want, Marissa?”

As my stomach drops out of my body, my pussy clenches hard around his thickness. Just when I thought he couldn’t faze me anymore, I’m stunned into frozen panic. “Wha-?”

“How many babies do you want me to put in you?” With a quick shove of his hips, he breathes in tiny pants, as if this is what will send us both over the edge.

My thoughts flatline. I have no idea how to answer the question without making him angry, but I think he’ll rage if I stay silent. “A-as many as you want, master.” Fear takes me to the edge, my pussy pulsing in anticipation of a tight climax.

“Mmm, kitten. That’s a good answer.” Passionately and tenderly, his lips gather mine until his tongue tangles with my own in a warm embrace of our entire bodies. His hips press me into the metal so hard I’m sure I’ll have bruises tomorrow. But oddly, I want them.

Thrusting deeper, he peels back from me and presses his forehead to mine. “What if I just want to keep breeding you over. And over. And over. And over?” He punctuates each repeated word with a sharp hip jut, removing his hand from my face to put it around my neck for a steady grip. Tightening his hold, my vision blurs and my head fills with cotton.

With the thought of being bred like an animal by this erratic man, my cunt clamps down on him, and I come until my vision blackens, little stars appearing before my eyes. At the height of my ecstasy, he relaxes his hold until I realize the subtle ringing in my ears is actually my own wails of pleasure. The world around me comes back into view even clearer than it was before.

With a grunt, he erupts inside me while nuzzling his face into my neck. For several moments, he continues lazily pumping me full.

“Kitten, you are such a good pet. Hopefully, that was baby number one.” He drops my leg and wraps his arms tightly around me. Like everything about me is his. Writhing into me, he murmurs, “Gotta get that last drop in there.” With one finger underneath my chin, he tilts my face toward him and latches onto my lips. Melting into it, I let him hold me and give me everything he has, the lingering delusion gripping my mind that this is our place and he just impregnated me.

Squirming, my thoughts start racing again, uncomfortable with our intimacy. This maniac brought me to the woods, built a fucking house for me, and said he wants to fill me with babies. I’ve never been more grateful to be on the pill.

I barely know Xavier. And from my experience, he seems completely unpredictable and unstable. But I also don’t want to get hurt or kidnapped and left here to die. I have to find a way out of this and back to the safety of home. As I break our kiss, I wiggle slightly to get him to slip out of me.

“Xavier, I… I hardly know you,” I say, keeping my voice calm and measured. I really don’t want him to get angry with me again.

Narrowing his light blue eyes, his square jaw flinches. With a swift motion that makes me jolt, he yanks up my jeans and tosses me my bra from the deck. After adjusting his own clothes, he grabs my hand and leads me to a glass door near the end of the deck.

We enter a large, serene bedroom. In the center is a modern bed with a tufted headboard. It’s cozy and covered with soft white linens. A thick white shag rug covers the cold concrete floor. Walking over to a wooden dresser, he opens a drawer and hands me a white T-shirt. “Here, sorry about your shirt. I couldn’t help myself.”

Once I’ve put on my bra and his shirt, I give him a quick glance, nervous about what he expects to happen next. He leers at me in his shirt, much like the night of Red Night when I stood naked in front of him, lust filling his eyes as he strokes his chin. Is he never satisfied?

“You hungry?” he asks as he turns on a heel and saunters down the hall back to the kitchen area. Cautiously, I follow several steps behind.

“Come on, let’s get you something to eat. Sit.” With a sharp snap of his fingers, he points to the dining bench, and I slide in. He opens the fridge and digs out eggs and bacon there, as well as other supplies. Placing a cutting board on the table, he hands me a chef’s knife and some vegetables. “Here, chop these, and I’ll get started on the bacon.”

Pretty sure my face shows all the confusion I’m feeling. Am I going to eat eggs and bacon with my stalker? And why isn’t he afraid I’ll stab him with this knife? I should probably keep it with me just in case.

From the large stove, Xavier glances over his shoulder at me, the sound of clanging pans cutting through the silence nestling between us. “Let’s play a game, shall we?”

The hard pit in my stomach returns. I don’t know what kind of games madmen play, and I’m not sure I want to find out.