Chapter 14 - Elena

I catch my breath as he holds me from behind. He doesn't go straight to my hands but runs his hands down my arms, and then he swallows my hands with his.

"You need to do it with purpose, but be careful not to hurt yourself," he murmurs in my ear.

He holds my hand up with the whetstone. "You want to keep it at an angle." His voice is so soft; I can't help but lean slightly back against him.

He takes my hand, holding the knife, and tilts it at an angle as he slides it along the stone. "Be careful you don't cut your fingertips."

"This isn't how I know to sharpen a knife," I say quietly.

"This is more fun," he chuckles. I actually think he's a little crazy, and it's sexy.

He does another stroke, holding my hands tightly. There's a tightness in my chest as he presses against me from behind. I can feel every inch of him.

He rests his head against mine and inhales before he turns back to the knife. "You try," he says.

He lets me go.

I move the knife at the angle he showed me.

"Good," he says, standing in front of me. "Good. And again."

I continue to move the knife and grip it more firmly, suddenly realizing that I have a weapon.

I put the whetstone down with a thud, and he looks at me as I point the knife at him. "I'm getting out of here, Arseny. If you try and stop me, I'm going to stab you."

He regards me for a moment as though determining whether he believes I can do it or not.

Then, he does the most unexpected thing and steps forward toward the blade. I don't move, and it pokes his stomach. My hand trembles slightly.

"Do it." He smiles, and there's a darkness behind his eyes. "You think you'd be the first to cut me."

"I mean it, Arseny. Let me go." I try to sound confident.

He reaches down to tug his shirt over his head and then presses against the knife again.

"Cut me. Go ahead. I welcome it," he says in a dark tone.

He grips my hand suddenly and slides the knife up to his chest and then to his throat and stops there, releasing my hand. "Go ahead. Kill me."

His muscles flex, and I can't look away. I could easily kill him, but he isn't flinching. Not because he doesn't think I'll do it but because he isn't scared of death. He's psychotic. I trail the knife down his chest and nick him. Blood starts to drop from the superficial wound.

He raises a finger and wipes it, sucking on his fingers.

I lower the knife, my lips parting slightly.

He steps between my legs and looks down at me. He lowers his head and captures my lips in a passionate kiss, and I relinquish my control to him, sliding my arms around his neck.

He rubs his hands up and down my sides as we kiss before he breaks the kiss to pull my shirt over my head. I get goosebumps from how he looks at me, as though he'll devour me like I'm that deer caught in his sights.

He turns and swipes the counter so the knives move to the end before he grips my legs and lifts me, with me holding onto his shoulders. I kiss him again hungrily. He returns the kiss, pressing his bare chest against mine. He's warm to the touch. No, not warm, hot. Our tongues slide over each other's, and I run my fingers through his hair.

"Lift your ass," he murmurs as he grips my pants.

I lift, and he pulls my pants down and off. I'm now completely naked.

He pulls up a chair and sits between my legs. I set my feet on the counter and open my legs, looking down at him.

He trains his eyes on mine, and we lock gazes as he slowly slides a finger between my folds, then up and down. I bite my lip.

I've touched myself, but it's never been quite so sexy. No one has seen me naked, let alone touched me intimately. It's always been some sort of prize, an accomplishment, a point of pride.

But looking into Arseny's dark eyes now, I want nothing more than for him to rob me of that pride.

He finds my clit, and slowly massages it. Everything is slow and precise, like only he could do.

I give a small moan and blush slightly, but I don't look away from the intense look he's giving me before he slides a finger inside of me.

He moves it in and out deliberately, turning it within me and creating friction that just makes me more wet.

He takes his finger out and sucks on it before groaning. "Delicious," he murmurs.

I watch as he finally breaks eye contact and lowers his head between my legs. I feel his tongue lapping between my lips, teasing around the hole I know he wants to dip into.

I shift slightly, and he grips my leg, holding me in place possessively. He licks his way up to my clit and sucks on it, and I almost buck him right off me.

I've never felt such a jolt of pleasure race through me, but he is up for the challenge and continues to twirl his tongue around what I think now is a sensitive pleasure zone.

I grip his hair in a fist and hold him where he is, moving my hips up and down only slightly to get more.

He groans, and the vibrations do wonders for my lower body. He slurps my juices as he releases me before he starts sucking on my clit once more. I cry out. I can't help it. He's got me captured with pleasure I've never known.

He inserts a finger again and moves it faster, this time in and out quickly, while he slowly sucks my clit. The contrast is driving me mad, and I try to close my legs, but he removes his finger from me and holds my legs open as he laps at my pussy.

"Oh, ohhh," I give a deep, low groan.

He pulls away and smiles, his mouth and chin wet. I blush and mumble an apology and he smirks. "You're not sorry. You want more."

I pause for a moment before I give a shy nod. He inserts two fingers this time and curls them before moving them up and down. The wet, squishing sound my vagina makes testifies to how aroused I am.

I move from leaning on my hands to leaning on my elbows, trying to get more comfortable. He lowers his head once more, and I can't even begin to handle the electricity shooting through me as he sticks out his tongue and then shakes his head quickly from side to side over my clit. He's motorboating my clit, and it feels good.

He continues to move his fingers while he does this, and I feel the pressure building up inside me. Something I'm unfamiliar with.

It teeters on the edge, just out of sight as he works his magic. I move my hips again, wanting more. He continues to lick at my clit quickly, dining on my pussy as I move my hips up and down, and he moves shakes his head from side to side.

I whimper softly. I don't want to whimper, but it's all I can manage. I tip my head back, and that's when his other hand snakes up my body and palms my right breast. He massages it before he grips my nipple and plays with it between his fingers.

"Yes," I gasp out loud. "Yes," I gasp louder.

Suddenly he's sucking on my clit, and fingering me faster, growling quietly as he claims me.

The pressure continues to mount, and I can't hold it back. I try to close my legs, but his head and hand are in the way. I can feel him smiling against me. That devilishly handsome smirk I've come to know over the last few days.

I'm leaning all the way back now, starting to buck.

I tense up and cry out at the same time as liquid gushes out of me and over his face and in his mouth. I'm shaking in ecstasy. He continues to rub my clit, inciting another violent orgasm to rip right through me, and still, he doesn't stop even though I'm literally quivering from over excitement. Still, he moves his fingers quickly over my clit, so that another orgasm rips through me, and only then does he slow down to a stop.

I lift my head after a moment, looking down at him. His face and hair are wet, and so is his chest. I blush crimson.

"I've never…"

"I know," he says, getting up.

I can see his erection through his pants, and I lick my lips.

He notices and shakes his head. "I won't take your virginity on the kitchen counter, Elena."

"After what you just did, does it matter where it is?" I ask.

"It matters to me and will matter to you when you reflect on this day." He picks up a dish towel and wipes himself off.

"There's a hot tub out back. I installed it after some intense training I did where I needed to heal my muscles. We can start there." He looks at me and leans between my legs. I feel his erection pressing against my inner thigh as he kisses me.

Is that what I taste like? I've never… This is the first… My thoughts are all jumbled. I've just been pleasured by the man who kidnapped me. That has to be some sort of Stockholm syndrome. He strokes my chin with a feather-like touch before he steps back.

"It's your choice. No chains or cuffs. Just a warm soak in the hot tub."

He walks away without another word, unlocking the back door and walking out. I hear him flick a switch and then the hum of jets turning on.

I sit here naked on the man"s kitchen counter, and I'm worried about going to the hot tub, where he might want to have sex with me.

Fuck.

I shouldn't be doing this. I certainly should not be enjoying it. He's the enemy. He took me away from my family and is a threat to my father and his businesses.

Still, something inside of me says that I should do it. That he'll make sure I'm all right. That I'm safe with him and it won't hurt as much, even though he's hung like a horse.

I've stroked him before on that morning I tried to seduce him, and I know the general idea of a blow job, but what do I know about pleasuring a man? Not much.

But how hard can it be?

No, I should go to bed. I should get dressed and go to bed. If he really means what he says, then he won't mind if I don't join him. If he's really the gentleman he claims to be, he won't mind.

I slide off the countertop and look at my clothes pooled at my feet. I go into the bathroom and retrieve my underwear before I slide it on. Once my underwear is on, I reach for my clothes but look at the back door and wonder.

The curiosity is going to be the end of me. What if he is falling for me and wants to make this night special? He said he wouldn't take me in the kitchen. Considering the circumstances, this may be as romantic as he can make it.

I leave my clothes and walk toward the back door. It's silly that I put my underwear back on, and I feel a bit shy. I have to be confident, though. I want to experience this. I want to enjoy this with every fiber of my being.