Now standing shakily in the crowded mall, Lexie still felt like crying. After all, he had invaded her personal space and did something to her that she had only dreamt of doing.
She was a virgin in every single way, maybe not her lips, but every other else part of her body, and yet someone completely uninvited had the audacity to touch the place not even she had the strength to touch and guess what...?
She felt pleasure from it.
Then again, anybody would...
Or.
Maybe not...
But perhaps it was the way his hand had loosely draped her neck, the way it had slowly ran down her chest and the way it had gently, as if hesitantly caressed her clit. It felt good, like out of this world good and when he...when he pushed his finger into her delicate warmth, the pleasure became extreme.
But should she feel this way, especially when the person who gave her pleasure was the same one who issued her pain?
She shouldn't, should she?
Yet if he pulled up her dress again, she'd willingly shift her drawers and spread her legs.
An idiot, that's what she was. But who could blame her?
Pleasure like this had been unknown to her until now. Mike, though he's been her boyfriend for a little over a year now, had yet to touch her intimately and because of that, sometimes she'd wonder if she was pretty enough to even look at.
But now, it seems she was, for this man looked at her as if she was gold, though despite the adoration on display in his eyes, she still hated him.
He had hit her after all, restrained her with chains like a dog and even though it felt good, he had touched her without her consent and she would make sure to send him to prison for tha...
"Lexie..." She jumped, frightened by the sudden call of her name as well as the touch on her shoulder.
She turned to look at her captor, immediately noticing the smile on his lips. "You said you'd show me the clothes sections of the mall." He gestured to the building they were standing in, non-verbally telling her to lead the way.
Scared of what punishment would be bestowed upon her if she didn't, she did just that and only stopped when they stepped into a fashion store. "This one's famous and sorta expensive." She explained, leading the way inside.
Zheme followed her silently, calloused hands entangled behind his back and a seemingly endless smile possessing his deeply red lips. He was pleased, his fiancé or rather fiancé to be was no doubt the right match for him. Her head of blond locks, her voluptuous body, her creamy thighs, her firm bosom and the delicacy of her essence.
It all was endearing to him.
And also the defiance in her stare, the stubbornness in her body language, that interested him too.
To him, she was like a game he couldn't get tired of, or perhaps like medications, something that kept him...alive.
In all 23 years of his life, he had been hidden behind the walls of that house, no companion except for the sultry prostitutes his father would send him and they were nothing but sex toys to him.
But Lexie was different, instead of just complying, she put up a fight, making winning her over a challenge.
But his father strongly stated that she must submit and in order for that to happen, that fire within her needed to be extinguished.
He wasn't sure how, but he'd make sure to search and find the remedy that would make her obey, if the beatings won't work, nor his threats, then some other method would, and he would find it.
With determination shining in his gaze, he looked over at her. "Take me to the cashier." He demanded. "I wish to get back home as soon as possible."
Lexie nodded dumbly, her beautiful blue eyes assessing him with hesitation. Fear was also embedded in them, but the most prominent emotion in them was longing.
With a tired sigh, Zheme ignored it and instead followed her to the counter situated at the left corner of the store. A woman, no older than 30 stood behind it, a small smile on her lips. "What can I do for you fine s-?"
Just before she could finish, Zheme interrupted her. "Women clothing in every style. They should be small enough to fit her," he pointed at Lexie. "And I want them delivered at grace avenue, lot 43."
The cashier looked at him with puzzled eyes, then, awkwardly, she smiled. "I'm sorry sir, we don't do such deliveries."
"Well make this an exception, I'll pay double and just so you know, I'm the son of Andrew Madruk, as well as the new CEO of the LR company." Were Zheme's last words before he walked away from the counter, dragging Lexie along with him.
That'd persuade them, having power and being able to wield it could get him anywhere and anything he wanted, and furthermore everybody looked up to his dad and if he played his card right, they'd think of him great as well.
Fastening his steps, he approached the exit. As he had neglected to establish, tomorrow was his first day of work and he had to at least be prepared.
The company had long awaited his presence and finally tomorrow they'd be able to bask in it.
But could he leave a defiant girl like Lexie alone?
The windows were barred and the doors were inoperable from the inside, there was no way she could escape his grasp, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try.
Though if she did, he'd have a reason to inaugurate his search in finding the right method that could lock her in a cage of obedience.
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AN// oooh ooh, what do we have here? What method do you think would work on Lexie?
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