11. Kristof

Alena's head lolls against my shoulder as she falls fast asleep in my arms.

It warms the flickering embers gathering at the bottom of my cold heart. She trusts me. That should make the next part easy.

Facial recognition lets me into my home, and the black door closes behind me with a cushioned soft hiss. Inside, the air is cool. I haven't been here in quite some time since I've been traveling, so the normal warmth of life is absent.

This is one of my lesser-known properties where I usually tend to things that Aleksander prefers not to know about. In this instance, it's almost fitting that I've brought Alena here. The only light that exists comes in the large bay windows leading out to the vast garden, with trees casting ominous shadows across the lounge floor.

I pass by them all with only a glance. This far outside the city, my chances of being disturbed are slim and the place is nice. With a large lounge and attached kitchen, a small study, and the bedrooms upstairs, it's more home than a single man needs. I spend most of my days either in the kitchen, in the study, or out in the garden looking down at the city that lives and breathes the Orlovas.

A city that's on the brink of new ownership.

Instead of taking Alena upstairs to the bedroom, I take her down a set of stone steps that wind down into the dark. I'd turn on a light, but I don't want to risk waking her, and I've walked these steps enough that it's basically muscle memory at this point. The air turns a notch colder, and I make a mental note to turn the heating on as soon as I get back upstairs.

At the bottom of the stairs sits a heavy steel door that's ajar and illuminated by a single yellow light above. Alena shifts slightly in my arms, nuzzling into my throat, and I swallow hard as I step through the door and into the room.

It's an interrogation room most days. Many secrets have been spilled here, and now it will hold my secret.

Alena.

Mine.

I pause and rub my shoulder on the wall, activating the soft lighting above, and it spills across the room, highlighting the bed in the middle. It's a bit bare at the moment, but I'll decorate with a few things for Alena. In the far corner are the toilet and shower, but all in all, it's a square room with no windows and only one door.

The perfect training room.

I gently lower Alena onto the bed, and her head flops to the side. She's thoroughly passed out from exhaustion and alcohol, and while some irritation still itches under my skin, she has done well in letting me work out my frustrations with her. I align her head with the pillow and gently stroke her long, sleek, blonde hair away from her face. A single touch to her swollen lips, and I leave the room, returning quickly with a long line of black rope.

It'll look beautiful against her skin.

Usually, I'm tying up people I plan to kill, so my knots aren't as elegant as they should be for Alena, but I do my best. The rope loops around her left wrist and pulls taut, then I attach it to a rung on the metal headboard. The rope pulls tight. I've never had someone escape, so she's not going anywhere. I kiss her palm, then repeat with her other wrist, and she spreads out like a T on the bed. Her ample chest rises and falls with each sleeping breath, and just the sight of her makes my gut twist.

Giddiness sweeps through me. Alena is really here.

I've taken her. She's mine, and I'm going to make her love me.

The next length of rope goes around her left ankle, and I attach that to the metal rungs at the foot of the bed. Same for her right, and when they pull taut, she's spreadeagle on the bed. Temptation rises like flames creeping up my spine and my blood runs hotter. The things I could do to her like this. I could bury myself deep and pump her full of cum, make her mine in every meaning of the word. I could fuck her until being without my cock feels incomplete to her.

Resisting is hard, and when I pull a clean sheet from under the bed and unfurl it to cover her up, I break slightly.

I kiss her softly, and her lips part. Groping her breast, I pinch her nipple, and she shifts subtly beneath me but doesn't wake. Somewhere in her mind, I hope she's replaying the night in her mind. Down her abdomen, I stroke her body to her pussy where the heat is intense. She's swollen and hot from all the attention, and when I thrust two fingers as deep into her as I can reach, she moans sweetly with her next breath. Her body locks around my fingers, and my resolve starts to crumble.

I want that slick, tight heat around my cock again, but I can't. Not yet.

My fingers slide free, and I return to the sheet, unfurling it swiftly and draping it over her body, hiding her from view. After tucking her in securely, I press a gentle kiss to her temple and step from the room. The door clunks shut, and I lock it quickly with the code. Several heavy locks thunk into place, and I pause, lingering outside the door just in case the sound wakes her up.

Silence is my only music.

Back upstairs, I head into the observation room and blow some dust off the control panel. At the flick of a switch, several CCTV cameras flicker to life. Another button, and the night vision flickers on, showing Alena fast asleep, tied to the bed. I can watch her from every angle. There's nowhere to hide in that room and not an ounce of privacy. Another set of controls brings up a scan of Alena, and the computer flickers to life with all the information I could need. From her heart rate to her body temperature, it's all there at the touch of a button. This prompts me to activate the home's internal heating, and within a few moments, her body temperature ticks up to a comfortable warmth.

It takes a few moments to link the system to my phone, then I'm all set. For too long, I've kept prisoners here for the good of Aleksander and the family.

Now, this is for me.

Alena might resist at first, but soon, she will learn that I am good for her. I'll fuck her until there's no thought in that pretty head other than her loyalty to me. It's the least I deserve.

A soft noise draws my attention back to the monitors. Alena is still asleep, but her head has rolled to the other side. As I watch her, my mind runs with a list of things I will need to get for her. Sanitary products, food that she likes, and a few toys to start her training. If tonight is anything to go by, she'll respond to pain just as well as she responds to pleasure.

Just the memory of her squirming on my fingers sends a bolt of arousal straight to my cock, and it swells immediately, pressing against my jeans.

Fuck.

I drop one hand and grab myself through my jeans, adjusting the lay of my cock slightly.

I want to fuck her. I want to come with her name on my lips and her taste on my lips, but I can't.

At a press of a final button, the limo flickers onto one of the screens, and my jaw tenses.

I have one loose end I need to tie up.