Is He My Savior Or More Sin? Ch. 01

And there I was, standing in front of him in my wet underwear, my hand on his abdomen, slowly cruising the ripples of his muscles but pushing against him to keep a distance of decency between us. My heart laughing at the pathetic effort and my head screaming that this man could be dangerous, other parts of me screaming for totally different reasons. How circumstances can change in just a few rain-soaked minutes!

I was surprised that under that very expensive suit he was covered in tattoos and I couldn't take my eyes off them. Some were intriguing but I knew that I couldn't possibly look up and not give away exactly how I was feeling.

His voice, deep and husky, like melting caramel to the ear, asked if I was shivering from cold or something else. My eyes hit the floor and I pushed him further away. He reached for a white fluffy robe on the edge of the turned-down bed and as he wrapped it around me he told me to remove my rain-soaked underwear.

He lifted me onto the hotel four-poster bed and pulled the covers over my legs. He passed me a glass of brandy and right in front of me he stripped off the rest of his wet clothing. I closed my eyes tight and he laughed. He put on his robe and picked a hand towel from the rail. He sat on the bed, pulling me to him as he began to dry my hair. He untied his man-bun, and his long dark, straight locks fell over his shoulders. My face clearly gave away how much I liked that and he smirked as he dried his hair.

After tossing the towel aside and lying down, he pulled me close, laid my head on his chest and wrapped his strong arms around me tightly.

'Sleep now beautiful lady, you are safe, I've got you. Get some rest and tomorrow you can tell me who that man was to you and why you ended up in that mucky bar!'

I stirred, sensing sunlight on my face. I tried to turn onto my back but an arm held me tighter and kept me still. In panic, I squirmed and opened my eyes. He was smiling and telling me not to be scared, I was safe. I caught my breath and stared into his deep blue eyes. His chiselled face and flowing dark hair really were gorgeous; his lips held my attention longer. A million thoughts ran through my head, I didn't know this man. Where was I and what had we done? I asked him why he was holding me so tight and he moved one hand to my face. As he caressed my cheek he told me I'd had bad dreams nearly all night and had screamed and cried in my sleep.

I remembered.. suddenly I remembered who I was, what happened yesterday and how I got here.

'I have to go, let me go, where are my clothes?'

I tried to push him away and squirm out of his grip but he was having none of it. He held me tighter, both his arms wrapped tightly around me. I kicked him really hard and he laughed and told me I fought him several times in the night. His leg hooked over both of mine and pinned them down.

'You were resigned to your death in that bar, you weren't even scared. It felt like you almost welcomed it to be free. Your dreams last night sounded horrible. You aren't going anywhere until you tell me what is going on and you are never going back to that man!'

'You don't understand; you have to let me go, I have to go back. He will make us pay, he'll be looking for me. You do not want to get involved in this!' I exclaimed.

He laughed, still holding me tight he leaned back and laughed. His robe fell open and once again I was faced with a view of those tattoos and muscles. I probably looked too long and he smiled as I blushed. He told me, 'I didn't need to ask permission to touch him and he pulled my hand to his chest.'

No one had ever gotten into my head like this man, I'd never wanted to touch a man or be touched by one so badly in my life. Yesterday I thought he was sent to find me and take me back. He had plenty of opportunity to do anything he wanted or had to but I was still alive.

Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door. I flinched, panicked and looked around for somewhere to hide. He realised I was assuming we'd been found. He smiled and brushed my lips with his fingertips.

'Stay here and stay quiet' He wrapped his robe tight as he headed for the door. I heard a strange voice thank him and the door shut. Vic came back to the bed and climbed in, pulling me close again. He told me he'd ordered breakfast but I couldn't have it until I told him my story.

'I'm not hungry; I feel sick. I can't tell you anything; I have to go.'

'Natalya, you are not going back. You are going off-grid until I have solved your problem and I will solve it, I promise you that. I know who he is and he was my enemy before I encountered you. I don't know why you were with him but it's obvious it wasn't willingly. My guess is he threatened your sister and you have taken whatever he's done to you to save her.'

He took my face in his hand, he looked into my eyes, burning down into my soul but with kindness. He knew who I was, he knew about my sister? My head was spinning; who is he? What is going on?

'Natalya, I'm sorry. I will keep you safe, and I will get you your freedom back.'

I realised I wasn't breathing and took a deep breath and burst into tears. He pulled my face to his chest and stroked my hair, letting me sob as he whispered how sorry he was. I don't know how long I cried for but when it subsided, he wiped tears from my face and brushed my hair off my face.

I found myself running my hand inside his robe. His skin was warm and smooth, muscles firm and pronounced. My fingertips on his nipple elicited a small shiver of response. But his hand grabbed mine and forced it away from his body.

He smiled and shook his head.

'I have wanted you Natalya, since the first time I saw you a year ago. I have fantasised about all the things I'm going to do to you. I'm going to tie you up, tickle you with a whip, fill you with toys, tease and torture you and fuck you until you can't remember your own name. You'll beg me to do unthinkable things to you... but not like this. I don't want to be your revenge fuck, I don't want you to feel you have to thank me and I definitely don't want you touch me because it's a routine you've been forced to adopt!'

I pulled my hand free of his grip and used both hands to slide the robe off his shoulders. I told him I think I'd known about my sister a while, I was angry yes but I'd been excited by him yesterday and this was nothing like what had been expected of me yesterday.

He turned me onto my back, laying me flat. He leaned over me and pulled the belt on my robe. He slowly pushed each side open and as his hair fell onto my skin I felt my need heighten. Suddenly, he pulled each side of the robe downwards but only to my elbows, resulting in my arms being pinned by my sides.

My chest heaved with excitement and my nipples hardened under his gaze. He noticed me try to squeeze my legs together, clearly trying to alleviate some growing longing and laughed as he put his leg between mine, spreading my legs.

He kissed my breasts, everywhere except my nipples, where I wanted his mouth. I tried to wriggle to make it happen and without hesitation he flipped me over his lap and lifted my robe. He spanked my bare ass! His hands were huge and hot and he didn't hold back.

My arms were still trapped by my sleeves and there was nothing I could do but take it. I wasn't surprised to find my body getting more and more excited and neither was he. He mixed spanks with a caress and knew exactly the effect he was having. When my ass was red and burning, he pulled the robe off my arms. He held me down with a strong arm firmly in the middle of my shoulder blades and freed himself from his robe.

He laid on his back, propped up slightly on the pillows and pulled me on top of him. He held my ribs right under my breasts and lifted my whole body to place me onto his waiting hard cock.

As his cock slowly slid into me, he commented on just how dripping wet I was for him, how much I enjoyed a spanking and how responsive my nipples were. He was still holding my body up, and I found my hips trying to move to push myself down further on him.

'Oh, you want it don't you! Tell me how much you want my cock in you, how hard you want me to fuck you, how many times you want me to make you cum, how much you want my cock in your ass, how you want me to bite your nipples and spank those tits, tell me how horny I make you! Do you know your pussy is trying to suck me in? Do you know it twitches with every word I say? Do you have any idea how much fun I am going to have exploring you?'

He held me still, he stopped moving and stared at me, I almost cried as I begged him to fuck me. Suddenly he dropped me down hard thrusting his cock deep into me and at the same time raising his mouth to my breast and biting down on my nipple. I screamed and came! Intense, eagerly and placing my hands onto his chest I used my body to fuck him, his cock like concrete and hurting me but I wanted it.

He took some moments to just enjoy my need and then put his thumb onto my clit. I wanted another orgasm so badly but he teased me by keeping his thumb still he made me rock on it and move to get what I wanted. He was teasing me and getting to know me equally I knew but I was intent on getting the result.

I could feel it building, if I pressed myself down harder on his thumb it would happen. He slapped my tits, really hard, I felt the sting and burn. He squeezed my nipple hard and then his thumb moved and rubbed at my clit and that was me over the edge. I screamed as my entire body exploded in orgasm, all my muscles contorting, inside and out.

While I was still cumming on his cock he threw me onto my back and slowly started to fuck me. Long, slow, deep thrusts and he lifted my legs over his shoulders to get in deeper. My arms spread out and my hands twisting the sheets in my ecstasy, I looked at him, wondering how he was still hard. He smiled at me and in a low deep moan he told me to lick and suck my own nipples. I obeyed immediately not breaking eye contact with him. I licked and sucked and he told me not to stop. He started fucking me harder and faster. He balanced his weight on one solid glowing arm and reached for my clit again. It was sore and tender and I wasn't sure I wanted him to touch it. He read my mind and told me firmly to concentrate on my nipples. We stared into each others eyes as he judged my clit responses from my movement and noises. He flicked it hard several times as he pushed his rock hard cock into me and got what he wanted, I came so hard again, squeezing his cock and pushing against him for more.

He dropped my leg and pushed into me so hard I cried out. He balanced on both his arms and pressed his mouth against mine. He kissed me as he moaned and he finally came inside me. He bit my lip as he enjoyed his own release and in one smooth movement he rolled onto his back, holding my hips firm in place so he stayed inside me. His hand moved to my back and he pulled my body down flat on him. I was aware of his torso muscles still twitching against my stomach, the sweat on both of our bodies and his hands running up and down my back. I rested my head on my hands on top of his chest and he smiled at me and said that was a pretty good warm-up! I feigned shock and exclaimed no, no more. He wrapped his hand in my hair tightly and forced me to look at him.

'You are everything I thought you'd be and I will never tire of you. What I learned from that is that you are only just warmed up and your body will cum all day and night for me when I want it to and I will want you to.'

I felt his cock twitch inside me and I squeezed it back. I looked at him, smiled and said, 'Not now! I am starving!'

I hadn't forgotten what happened yesterday, who I was, who was looking for me but for now I had decided to enjoy my first taste of freedom in years.