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Chapter 7

Alex

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It was Christian interrupting the calm I’d managed to capture for myself for a few moments. I jumped once I realized he was near. Nevertheless, I’d had too much time to think of Max, and my desire to be in his strong soothing arms, lying with my head on his chest and raking my fingers through his dark curly chest hairs.

Looking into the mirror, I smiled forgetting Christian had been standing behind me.

My thoughts continued even as Christian waited for me to acknowledge him. I couldn’t see him for seeing Max. Even in the mirror I continued my daydream of him. 

When Max had been sleeping in and it had gotten late, I’d wake him and he’d turn over and pull me down and open my legs, and he’d have his face on my mound and his tongue on my clit. I’d pull his hair, directing him until I was fully satisfied.

I’d look up at him begging for more, and he would continue to suck my clit with his masterful tongue, and bring me to climax. Oh, but that was what I’d lived for, to be loved in that way by the most handsome and sought-after man alive. 

Max would give me a sexy sly smile, and with his powerful hands, flip me on my stomach, paddle my ass to take my mind off what he would do next.

He’d drag me to the end of the bed with my head and breasts on the mattress, open my buttocks, lick my hole, and then stand and ease himself inside me. Oh, fuck me, but he knew how to distract me from the first sign of pain. He’d suck my neck as he pulled my hair, and then he’d plunge deeper until I couldn’t feel the pain any more.

“Why are you smiling to yourself, Alex, like a mad woman?” I didn’t hear him and perhaps I didn’t want him to interfere in my thoughts. And perhaps I was mad. Angry that I’d been neglected by him and by Max. “Are you listening to me, Alex? I’ve been talking to you for the last few minutes,” Christian barked when I stopped staring at him, and focused on his eyes and his tight jaw. I’d noticed when he was angry and couldn’t control himself, he’d bite his lip and then it would quiver. 

When I glanced over, Christian had strolled around and was clicking his fingers trying to get my attention, and behind him was a rack full of clothing pushed into my stateroom by a man in a white uniform. The man had bowed, nodded his head at me and then left. I never paid attention to the crew, but I thought he was the same man who had brought me breakfast and supper.

There was something peculiar about that guy with a buzz cut that perhaps had been a thick mane of dark curls before he’d shaved the sides of his head. I felt I knew him. If he’d stayed longer I’d have pinpointed just where I’d seen him before, but he behaved as if he didn’t want me to know because he lowered his head and wouldn’t meet my eyes.. 

“This is what I want you to wear,” Christian said. It wasn’t a question like ‘Is this what you want to wear?’ But a statement, and that statement left no room for me to say, “No, are you out of your mind? I’m a married women, and I have children or had.”

My chest rose and fell at that thought. The thought that I would never see them again. I thumbed through the other clothing, thinking that perhaps I could fix the garments by wearing something to disguise the low-cut one-piece gown. Maybe he’d wanted me to wear it to the pool, but the items he’d placed here was something I wouldn’t be caught dead in, no less flaunting in front of his guests. Didn’t he know that?

Of course he knew, but he didn’t give a flying fuck how I felt. This was all about him, and I was just a piece of merchandise to show off like a painting. But I wasn’t the kind of painting or picture that men admired. I would be a picture where a man would jack off to.

“Why am I expected to wear this at a party?” I said, after gathering my courage pointing to a sheer gown. He hadn’t completely broken me where I would go along with his madness without objecting.

I’d say Max had done a good job of that lately, but there was no way I’d let this man do the rest. I strolled around, passing my hand to feel the material and I remembered how it had been for me and Max, and on that stand there was nothing but black leather clothing, and that was all. There were leather and patent-leather pants, vests, bras, and boots. An occasional leather outfit that had panels to my ankles, but my thighs and body were completely exposed with these.

Reaching for one of the many toys on the frame, I turned with the cat-o-nine tail wrapped firmly in my hand. “What do you expect me to do with this?” I ground my teeth, holding up the whip in the other hand. “Lash a couple of your guests on the ass,” I said. I didn’t expect an answer, at least not the one he gave me. 

“If my guests ask you to go to the play room, and he or she asks you to whip his or her ass, then you’d be expected to do that.” He smiled, I narrowed my gaze expecting at any moment that Christian would say ‘Got you, of course not, you’re my wife.’ I waited for those words, and when he stared at me without an expression, and then offered me a cold closed smile, I walked away and turned my back.

After regaining my composure, and part of my sanity, and after realizing I’d made a gigantic mistake with this man, I turned on the balls of my feet and met his eyes, and said, “Am I missing something?”

“No, my dearest, beautiful lady, you aren’t missing a thing. You agreed to marry me, and I expect to get something for my time and money.”

“I’m not a piece of merchandise that you can barter or give away, I’m your wife.”

“I own you. You sold yourself to me for millions, and now you’re like any other property I own. I can sell you if I want. But I don’t want. At least not now.” The hair on my arms rose and it finally connected with me who I was dealing with. A man who had all the money in the world, and if I didn’t serve him he’d sell me.

Christian sauntered behind me, and wrapped his fist around my hair, and I felt a chill travel down my spine, and then he pulled it so hard tears welled in my eyes. “You’re hurting me, Christian.”

He released my hair, and said, “Sorry, darling, but I thought you were used to pain. I heard you and Maximillian had a very storied life together, filled with murder, mayhem, and pain.”

“Where did you hear such a thing? And it’s not true. None of it is.”

I walked closer to Christian, not wanting him to know how afraid I was, but I’d still challenge him nonetheless. “Well, I heard you can’t have sex the traditional way. Is that why you haven’t touched me?” I said, trying to hurt someone that was incapable of being hurt. If that was the case, then I was in a shitstorm, and there was no way out of this I could think of, but I had to think, and act soon.

Looking around at the water and no land in sight, I couldn’t dive into the Gulf and hope to make it to shore. I didn’t know where we were at the moment. I had no choice but to go along with him, and hope I got out of this with my life intact, because my pride and self-worth would be tested, and I suspected that I would lose both before this was over. 

“Do you really want me to touch you, or have sex with you?” he said, reminding me that he was still standing in my room. “I don’t engage in sexual intercourse the traditional way.” No shit. “I require more stimulation to get me going, but when I get going I can’t stop. With you I would be at it for days and nights and months. Do you really want that?” Christian said, then moved behind me. He leaned and whispered into my ear, and I felt his unholy cock against my ass, and it appeared enormous. The kind that would make an elephant envious. “Do you want that, my dear? Me fucking you in every orifice I can get my huge cock and toys into?”

I turned after I’d wiped the horror from my face and eyes. What the fuck has Jonas gotten me into, I wondered. Or better said, what the fuck did I get myself into this time. Jonas did warn me, but I didn’t know. I just didn’t the fuck know that there were men like him. What am I saying? At the time I came across Max and Jonas, I didn’t know anything about their world. But Christian was a cut above the rest when it came to this kind of thing.

Now I began to wonder about his wives. In my eagerness to marry and get money to fight Max, I’d stumbled into something I had no knowledge of. Where the fuck is Jonas when I need him? My thoughts kept running in a circle and coming back to Jonas.

Christian glared at me and reached for one of the bondage costumes from the rack, and held it against my body. “You make your choice, and I don’t care which of these you choose, and if you must take your time to decide, do so. But I want you out of this stateroom in an hour wearing one of these outfits.” His voice had hardened, and he wore a closed smile when his devious eyes bored into me.

“Who am I going to be wearing this for?” I dared question, because I could see on his face he didn’t want anyone to question him. 

“My guests of course.” His voice had changed from hard to soft.

“Why would you parade me in front of strangers?”

“They aren’t all strangers, remember. I have my reason, beautiful lady.” He turned and when I thought he would leave, Christian swiveled around, faced me, offered me a wide grin, placed his finger in his mouth, and with one hand, he raised my gown, and with the other in a quick motion, he nudged his finger inside my thong, and before I could object, because I couldn’t believe he’d do this, he inserted his wet finger inside my opening.

He gave me no indication this was what he’d planned on doing. When he pulled his finger out, he placed it to his nose. “You smell wonderful. But that’s not how I like you. I don’t want a clean cunt. I want you after some man has ravished you, and your pussy is as wet as it is now.”

I held my breath and the blood drained from my face. My body went into panic mode, and I swore he smelled it when he raised his nose, and smiled at me like a predatory animal before and after the hunt. 

He placed the finger that had been inside me in his mouth, and said, “Take that thong off or I’ll do it for you.” I glared at him, furrowed my brow, praying that he wouldn’t go any further, but I did as he’d asked. I was like a caged animal with nowhere to go, but to jump into the ocean or fight back.

But how? And when? The answer came to me. You’ll know when the time comes.

When I stepped out of my thong, I backed up leaving it on the floor. Christian leaned down, hooked it around his finger, brought it to his nose, smelled it, and then stuffed it into his pocket before leaving my bedroom.

I blew out a heavy breath, considered myself lucky for the moment. What next? I thought.  I moved to the terrace, and wrapped my arms around my body to stay the chills that raced through me. What is Max going to think when he sees me? Why should I care? Because he was the one who threw me to the wolves.

The wolves would be feasting on me soon.