Dangerous Cravings [MF] [Cuckold]

“Mrs. Cordova, I really hope you don’t take this personal. You were just in a bad place at a bad time.” My voice calm, hoping it would sooth the situation.

She sat on a wooden chair; hand cuffed down. There was no escape for her now, she has seen too much.

“Please let me go.” She begged. “I promise I won’t tell anyone,” but I could not trust her.

“How is it that such a beautiful woman, becomes a police officer?” Her black hair, the flower tattoo on her collar bone, those blue eyes. “And must I say, I am a sucker for girls in uniform.” It was sadistic of me to wonder how she would look out of that uniform and in my bed. That bulky bullet proof vest she has on does no justice to my imagination.

“Please, let me go.” She begged once more. Yet I cannot let her go. However, doing her harm was not on my list. What was wrong with me? Looking deep into her eyes makes me feel weak.

“What do you want us to do with her boss?” One of my bodyguards came into the room.

“She is going to stay for a while, till she decides she wants to truly leave.” I spoke, staring at her, in awe of her beauty. “Sadistic bastard. You want her all to yourself, don’t you?” I whispered to myself.

“But I do want to go. Please,” she pleaded, but I ignored her.

“We’re not monsters, just in the business of robbing banks. Unfortunately for you, you happened to see our faces. Forgive me, I can’t let you go.” I told her.

This was a shit situation. I did not want to hurt her. But she got in the way. She found us fleeing our last job. The crew and I had already taken our masks off thinking we had gotten away. I could have killed her, but I chose not to. Those eyes would have haunted me if I did.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” She asked. “I can tell by the way you walk and talk; you are a very dangerous man.”

Her words struck at my heart. “I don’t know why, be glad I didn’t.” I truly did not know. Why could I have not taken her life? “You see, a powerful man like me does not stain his hands with blood. Not unless I have to.”

“Powerful man? You are a crook, that is all you are. A man that stole his wealth.” Her lip was swollen, bleeding, damaged by Drake when he knocked her unconscious and brought her back here.

“Get Mrs. Cordova a fresh change of clothes. And draw her a warm bath.” Ordering my men. I look over to her directly into her eyes. “You’ll be joining me tonight for dinner. I hope your husband isn’t waiting up for you.”

I had a couple of my men escort her to a room, locking her in. She was not allowed to leave until she had dinner with me. In a decent manner that is.

There was no sugar coating it. As much as I told her she is a special guest, she knew what she was. A prisoner in my penthouse. She fought me every day. Refusing to eat, refusing to wear the clothing I have provided. Declining my gifts. Nothing worked. Till one night she surprised me with her presence. Taking a seat across from me at my dinner table.

“It is evident you truly don’t want to be here.” I spoke. “You’re free to go after tonight.” I sipped on my glass of wine. The reaction on her face was as expected. A surprised look painted grimly on her face.

“Really?” She questioned me. “You’re not worried I am going to tell someone about all this.”

“You had promised to me that you would not. I expect you to keep that promise.” It had been weeks that she had been here. Sadly, she had grown on me, I will deeply miss those eyes. “I’m just willing to take that risk.”

“Thank you.” She lowered her eyes from me looking away.

“No need to thank me.” Raising my glass of wine to her. “Cheers.”

“No, I’m serious, thank you. Aside from the kidnapping, you have been nothing but a gentleman to me. Yet ruthless to your enemies. I can see now that your wealth brings enemies, and you show no mercy. Yet you showed mercy to me, why?”

“That is because you are not my enemy, Mrs. Cordova. I’ll just take your comment as a compliment, thank you.” I signaled my personal waiter that stood by the kitchen door. “Bring Mrs. Cordova a glass a wine, and a plate.” Looking back at her. “How do you like your steak cooked?”

“Please, Its Helen. And medium rare please.”

“Very well. Bring Helen a drink and a medium rare steak.” I ordered.

“So, do I ever get to learn your name?”

“Zachary, at your service.” I said formally introducing myself.

“Thank you again.”

“Tell me Helen.” I paused analyzing her. “I notice when you speak to me you look away. Do you fear me?” I asked. She was frozen in her response, her breath still. She quickly picked up her glass of wine, knocking it back upon its arrival. “Careful, its strong.”

“I do fear you.” Even though I tried to prepare myself for her answer, it still caught me off guard. “I fear my feelings for you. The want in me, to protect you. The fear of someone hurting you. The fear of loving you, even though I have a husband waiting for my return.”

“I am shocked at your answer.” I stood from my seat. Walking towards her. I could smell the lavender shampoo I had provided her. Her hair still wet from the bath she had just taken. “Are you sure you want to leave tonight?” I leaned over to her, face to face. I can almost taste her breath on mine.

“Do I have to?” she whispers, her lips close to mine.

“Do you still fear me?”

“Yes,” She answered softly, as my lips press on hers. Embracing each other, I lifted her from the chair and into my arms. Carrying her out of the kitchen and over to my room.

I unbutton my shirt, one peace at a time. The robe she wore, nearly falling off exposing her bare torso. Her perky chest. It brought satisfying closure to see her nude. I hated guessing her bust under that vest, it drove me insane to finally see her body. Her perfect skin and her petite body. My hands running up and down every inch of her curves.

I bit my lip, slowing down. I needed to pace myself. Removing my shirt and exposing my body to her, craving the touch of her hands on my skin. I ran my fingers in between the robe exposing the rest of her. Placing my hand on the inside of her thighs. Sliding my hand up feeling her. Rubbing my fingers touching her in between. “How I longed to touch you.” I could feel her, warm and wet.

Pulling her to the edge of the bed, I spread her legs and remove the robe from the scene. Her thighs, soft and smooth on my lips. I kissed them, licking them. Feeling my way down. She moaned, begging me to go in deeper. “Slow.” I ordered, sliding my tongue down her left thigh. Biting it gently. She enjoyed the pleasure of light pain.

Getting closer to her clit, I spread her vaginal lips. Glistening in the little light there is, I wanted to test her.

Kissing it, licking it, my tongue swishing up and down, side to side. Moving it fast and slow, slurping her creamy ecstasy. Pleading for me to give her more. I wanted her to suffer from the cravings. “I want you to beg,” I ordered.

I stood to my feet, towering over her. Pulling her even closer to the edge of the bed. Undoing my belt, I removed the last articles of clothing. Her beautiful eyes glaring at my erection. I ached to feel my cock deep inside of her. “Beg!” I said reaching for her neck and gripping it.

“All I want is you.” She spoke with the little air I allowed her to have. “Make me yours,” removing her wedding ring from her finger.

“All mine,” I said, positioning myself in between her legs. Her eyes fixated on mine. I stared at her reaction as I penetrated her, deep and slow. Her eyes, closed, her mouth opened gasping to air. “Beg. I won’t ask again.”

“Please, fuck me.” It brought me great pleasure to hear her say those words to me. Gently, I was fully in.

I began giving her gentle thrust, increasing the speed. Our skin clapping at each thrust. Her breathing becoming erotic moans of pleasure. I released my grip from her neck, sliding my hand down to her breast, cupping them. With my other hand on her leg pulling her into my thrust. I squeezed her nipple between finger and thumb.

Her hands shot out to each side, gripping the bed sheets. Moaning my name louder and louder. The louder she became the faster and harder I went. I can feel the head of my cock, sliding in and out smoothly. Her vagina wrapped around my cock in a perfect tight fit.

“I’ll stay.” She managed to say. Her yelling getting louder and louder.

“You will stay, and you will be mine.”

“All yours.” We were getting closer. “All yours.” She repeated, giving me even more pleasure.

I quickly turned her around going in from the back. “Not yet, hold it.” I ordered her, thrusting harder and harder. She began to squeak in a high pitch tone, as if begging me to let her cum.

“Uh, baby, uh.” She moaned, thrusting her. Seeing her perfect ass clap against me. I loved the site of my cock ramming her inside of her as we got closer to our climax. “Please.” She begged.

“Will you stay?” I asked.

“Till the very end.” She screamed out as a shock wave took over the both of us. My hot cum filling her deep inside. Her body shaking with pleasure and satisfaction. “I’m all yours Zachary.” She whispered catching her breath.

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