divorced when you were three years old and since then she has marketed you to line her pockets and anyone else’s that she was fucking at the time. Your birthday is 2-14-1986 which makes you a Valentine’s Day baby.
He made his way over and lifted my chin with one finger forcing me to look at him. “I’m not one of your American cronies that you can cuss out and order around. In fact—I’m the only person keeping you alive right now. If you were one of my women I would take you down to my dungeon and horsewhip you for your insolence.”
A dark sadistic look came over his face as he continued to speak. “Or I could always subject you to a concoction of herbs that would make you horny enough to fuck anything or anyone, then I could cage you with your hands tied and leave you seeping in your juices.
We have all kinds of ways to make our women submit here in the Middle East. Let’s just say this—you are not in Kansas anymore. You are a prisoner—my prisoner. I have to admit that the possibilities of what I can do to you—or with you—are endless.”
I watched as he turned to leave and screamed out at him. “Please, I’m begging you, don’t leave me. You can’t leave me with that door being broken, I’m begging.”
He sat on the bed and matter of fact stated, “Begging so soon?”
“Please, I am begging you to stay, I’m scared.”
A smirk passed over his mouth as he looked up at me with hooded eyes, “I’m not you r garden variety kind of guy when it comes to sex. It turns me on to hear a women beg, please continue.”
“Just stay , pleeeeeze, I’m scared.”
He leaned over and pushed the button on an intercom and said something in his native dialect. I knew that he was staying when the servant delivered cigarettes and other items.
“Thank you.” I turned over and pulled the sheets around my t-shirt clad body, hoping that I could get back to sleep with this gorgeous specimen of flesh sleeping next to me.
I leaned back against the headboard and smoked as I listened to her breathing become steady. I reached out gently taking a strand of her hair and running it through my fingers, it felt like corn silk and it was so long that it fell to the top of her heart shaped ass.
I could see why my men had been overtaken with her beauty but it didn’t change the fact that they had put me in a dangerous situation by bringing her here. I was going to have to figure out a way to return her without putting my operation in jeopardy.
I ran my finger over her porcelain white arm and watched as goose bumps rose. Her skin intrigued me with its blue hued undertones. I could feel my cock hardening. I wanted to fuck her senseless. I wanted to pin her arms down with my hands and plunge my cock into her until she felt like I was slamming into her cervix. I was going to have to get rid of her quickly before I became obsessed with her. She was everything that I had a weakness for and a man in my position can never afford to show weakness—nor be weak.
The strain of my hardened cock tempted me to leave but how could I? She was scared and for whatever reason I was her knight in shining armor. That was a hilarious thought, when in reality I am a sadistic twisted killer. She had no idea whom she was entrusting her life to; no idea at all.
Chapter Five
I awoke to a woman opening the heavy curtains in order to allow the bright Middle Eastern sun in. I could only guess that I was still in Afghanistan. Being in a war torn country with people that hated Americans was not making me feel safe. The thought caused me to eye the door and note that it was fixed.
I looked at the side of the bed that Akmal had slept on and purposed in my mind that I needed to drop the though t of him being my savior. For all that I knew these people were a band of homicidal terrorists. The thought sickened me and I had every intention of asking Akmal when the timing was right. Maybe I could escape before the opportunity presented itself.
The
He made his way over and lifted my chin with one finger forcing me to look at him. “I’m not one of your American cronies that you can cuss out and order around. In fact—I’m the only person keeping you alive right now. If you were one of my women I would take you down to my dungeon and horsewhip you for your insolence.”
A dark sadistic look came over his face as he continued to speak. “Or I could always subject you to a concoction of herbs that would make you horny enough to fuck anything or anyone, then I could cage you with your hands tied and leave you seeping in your juices.
We have all kinds of ways to make our women submit here in the Middle East. Let’s just say this—you are not in Kansas anymore. You are a prisoner—my prisoner. I have to admit that the possibilities of what I can do to you—or with you—are endless.”
I watched as he turned to leave and screamed out at him. “Please, I’m begging you, don’t leave me. You can’t leave me with that door being broken, I’m begging.”
He sat on the bed and matter of fact stated, “Begging so soon?”
“Please, I am begging you to stay, I’m scared.”
A smirk passed over his mouth as he looked up at me with hooded eyes, “I’m not you r garden variety kind of guy when it comes to sex. It turns me on to hear a women beg, please continue.”
“Just stay , pleeeeeze, I’m scared.”
He leaned over and pushed the button on an intercom and said something in his native dialect. I knew that he was staying when the servant delivered cigarettes and other items.
“Thank you.” I turned over and pulled the sheets around my t-shirt clad body, hoping that I could get back to sleep with this gorgeous specimen of flesh sleeping next to me.
I leaned back against the headboard and smoked as I listened to her breathing become steady. I reached out gently taking a strand of her hair and running it through my fingers, it felt like corn silk and it was so long that it fell to the top of her heart shaped ass.
I could see why my men had been overtaken with her beauty but it didn’t change the fact that they had put me in a dangerous situation by bringing her here. I was going to have to figure out a way to return her without putting my operation in jeopardy.
I ran my finger over her porcelain white arm and watched as goose bumps rose. Her skin intrigued me with its blue hued undertones. I could feel my cock hardening. I wanted to fuck her senseless. I wanted to pin her arms down with my hands and plunge my cock into her until she felt like I was slamming into her cervix. I was going to have to get rid of her quickly before I became obsessed with her. She was everything that I had a weakness for and a man in my position can never afford to show weakness—nor be weak.
The strain of my hardened cock tempted me to leave but how could I? She was scared and for whatever reason I was her knight in shining armor. That was a hilarious thought, when in reality I am a sadistic twisted killer. She had no idea whom she was entrusting her life to; no idea at all.
Chapter Five
I awoke to a woman opening the heavy curtains in order to allow the bright Middle Eastern sun in. I could only guess that I was still in Afghanistan. Being in a war torn country with people that hated Americans was not making me feel safe. The thought caused me to eye the door and note that it was fixed.
I looked at the side of the bed that Akmal had slept on and purposed in my mind that I needed to drop the though t of him being my savior. For all that I knew these people were a band of homicidal terrorists. The thought sickened me and I had every intention of asking Akmal when the timing was right. Maybe I could escape before the opportunity presented itself.
The
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