“I forgive you, Alic,” I say softly, taking his face between my hands. “I forgive you for what you have done to me.”
“Kitten,” he rasps, his voice thick with emotion. “Fuck, kitten!”
Then his mouth is on mine and he kisses me hard. His hands cup my breasts, kneading them. I moan into his mouth and grind on his thick erection that presses against my butt. He groans, and with one sweeping movement I am beneath him. I watch him as he hastily removes his tee shirt and boxers, drink in his beautiful physique. I grab his hard erection and give it a squeeze. He groans and the hunger in his eyes intensifies.
“Spread those legs for your Master, pet!”
I obey and open my legs wide. His dark eyes take me in. He devours me with his gaze and my pussy pulsates with need.
“Look at you,” he growls darkly. “What a needy cunt. So eager to be filled. Used. Fucked. – You need to be fucked hard, don’t you, kitten?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I’m going to give it to you,” he promises with a cruel smile. “I will make you scream and beg for mercy.”
“Yes, Master, please.”
“As you wish, my pet.”
He grabs me and turns me around until I am on my hands and knees. Grabbing me by my hips, he enters me in one hard thrust that seems to split me in two. I scream.
“Yes, kitten, scream for me!”
He fucks me hard and fast. One hand buries in my hair and pulls on it. I close my eyes and moan as pleasure pain curses through my system. Alic’s finger dig hard into my flesh and I will have bruises tomorrow, but it doesn’t bother me. I’ve come to love his marks of ownership on my body. I am his. Heart, body and soul.
“Come for me!” Alic demands.
The next few thrusts push me over the edge. I scream out his name and my orgasm blind me. When my pussy grips his shaft tightly, he roars, before I feel his cock twitch and his hot cum floods my cunt.
Slick with sweat and other bodily fluids, we lay in each other’s arms on the couch. Alic lazily strokes my back, while each of us is lost in thoughts. I try to figure out how the same man that killed nearly a dozen women, can be so tender and passionate. What made him into the Gentleman Killer?
"Are you ever gonna tell me how... how you got into killing these women...?" I ask softly.
"I will try," Alic answers with a sigh.
"Okay. Then... then I'm happy. Now, everything's okay."
"I will do everything to make you happy from now on," Alic promises, and presses his lips to mine.
Epilogue
Heather
Two years later
I'm so giddy with excitement. Today, after two years, I finally get to see Susan again. And I'm so nervous to hear what she has to say about our sweet little surprise. I hope she'll finally get over the fact that Alic and I are together. I love him more every day. So much has happened in the two years since he kidnapped me. We have talked a lot about his childhood. Even though I am not a psychiatrist – and Alic refuses to talk to one – I am pretty sure that the cause of Alic's disorder lies in his childhood. His mother was a crack whore and his father an alcoholic. After his mother ran away when Alic was only two years old, Alic lived with his father in a trailer park. Alic's father was violent and hardly cared about his son at all. When Alic told me how he ate the moldy carpet out of hunger, I’d burst into tears. At that time, Alic was only three years old. Nobody had ever shown him what love is, or how to empathize with someone. It is possible that the drugs his mother took during pregnancy had also affected Alic's brain. At fourteen, Alic left home, and at fifteen, he caught up on his schooling. It had been an easy exercise for him due to his above average intelligence. He started killing after an accidental kill. He’d choked one of the whores he had sex with a little too much, and she died during the act. It had aroused Alic and after trying for several months to fight the urge to do it again, he finally gave in to his dark fantasies.
"What are you thinking about, kitten?" Alic rips me out of my thoughts.
"About Susan and everything that's happened in the last two years. I'm so happy, and I hope so much that Susan... can manage to be happy for me, for us."
Alic put his arm around my shoulder.
"I'm sure she will, eventually. Even though it may not be today."
"You think so?"
"Yes. Now come. Let’s go inside. Your sister's waiting for us."
Susan
The hood is ripped off my head, and I blink into the sudden brightness. The man who kidnapped me stands before me, but he is still wearing a mask. I glare at him. Tied to the chair, I can't do anything but run my mouth, and so I do.
"You son of a bitch," I spit at him. "If you think you're getting away with kidnapping an FBI agent, you've got another thing coming."
"Funny. The first thing that others in your situation utter is the question 'What do you want from me?'" The man replies, amused.
"Fuck you!"
"Your language really leaves something to be desired. If you were mine, I'd put you over my knee for it, before I wash out your mouth with soap."
"But I'm not YOURS," I hiss.
He sighs.
"I'm afraid so. I would really enjoy turning your sweet ass red. Tell me, has any man ever spanked your ass? Does it turn you on? If I put you over my knee, would you get wet for me, huh?"
"In your dreams – asshole!" I growl. "And if you dare even try, then say goodbye to your balls!"
The masked man laughs.
"I like your fire, baby. I really wish we could get to know each other more – intimately. But unfortunately, you're not here for me."
"For whom am I here?"
The masked man looks at his cell phone.
"You'll find out in a few minutes. They're on their way."
I have no clue who might be behind my abduction. Sure, I must have made some enemies through my work with the FBI, but kidnapping me doesn't make sense. I could understand someone trying to put a bullet in my head. But I don't get the feeling that whoever is behind my kidnapping wants to kill me. It's probably about information. But what kind of information? I can't give away anything about my cases. That would be bad. I can only hope that I can stay strong. Resisting torture is not something I was trained to do. That would be more in the realm of the CIA.
Footsteps approach the room, and my heart pounds restlessly. Sweat forms on my forehead. I hope my fear is not showing. As two people enter the room, my eyes widen in surprise.
"Heather!"
My sister frowns disapprovingly, before turning to the masked man who brought me here.
"Why is she tied up?" She barks at him, upset.
"Because I'm quite fond of my balls?" The masked man interjects helpfully.
"That's my sister, damn it! Untie her!"
"She may be your sister," the man at Heather's side, who also wears a mask, throws in, laughing. "... but she really seems to have it in for the poor devil. I can understand him not wanting to have her on the loose."