77. Running From Him (2)

WARNING: Dubious Consent (Power Dynamics), Choking, Spanking, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Tracking/Stalking.

The silence of the penthouse was the first thing that hit me. Usually, I could hear the rhythmic hum of her breathing or the soft shuffle of her feet in the kitchen. But as I rolled over and slapped my hand against the silk sheets, I found nothing but cold, empty space.

"Elena?" I called out, my voice raspy from sleep.

No answer. I sat up, the clock on the nightstand mocking me: 4:00 AM. I checked the bathroom, the walk-in closet, the balcony. Nothing. My pulse began to quicken, a slow-burning fuse of anxiety igniting in my gut. I tried to stay calm. Maybe she went for a walk? At four in the morning? Without telling the guards?

I grabbed my phone and dialed. It went straight to voicemail.

"Elena, baby, where are you? Call me back the second you get this."

An hour passed. Then two. By 7:00 AM, the anxiety had curdled into a thick, poisonous rage. I had called her twenty times. Each one went to the same automated voice. I hurled my phone across the room, watching it shatter against the marble floor.

"I swear to god, Elena, where the fuck are you? Huh? Did you leave me?" I roared at the empty walls. "I'll fucking find you, El. I'LL ALWAYS FIND YOU!"

I paced the room like a caged beast, my mind spiraling into the darkest corners of my imagination. Had she met someone? Was she in some other prick's bed right now, letting him touch what belonged to me? I pictured wrapping my hands around a stranger's throat, feeling his life ebb away for the sin of looking at my wife. The thought of another man's hands on her soft skin made me want to burn the city to the ground.

Then, the clarity hit. I didn't need her phone.

Years ago, I'd made sure she could never truly disappear. A sub-dermal tracker, smaller than a grain of rice, nestled at the base of her neck. I'd told her it was a vitamin injection during a check-up.

I grabbed my backup tablet and pulled up the encrypted software. My breath hitched. She was five hours away. A small town I didn't recognize. I looked up the address.

Women's Health & Surgical Center.

My heart plummeted into my stomach. An abortion clinic.

The air left my lungs. She was pregnant? My Elena was carrying my child, and her first instinct was to run five hours away to kill it? To kill us?

"Get the car," I barked into the intercom. "Now!"

The drive was a blur of adrenaline and fury. We tore through traffic, my driver ignoring every red light and speed limit as I stared at the blinking red dot on the screen. It was nightfall by the time we reached the motel where the signal had finally settled.

I didn't wait. I barged through the lobby, my presence alone enough to make the night clerk pale. He handed over the key card for Room 212 without a word.

I reached the door and didn't knock. I used the card.

She was standing by the window, looking out at the neon sign of a diner across the street. She turned, expecting a delivery or perhaps a maid, but when her eyes landed on me, the color drained from her face. She lunged for the door to try and bolt it, but I was faster. I shoved my shoulder against the wood, forcing my way in, though I made sure to catch her weight so she didn't hit the floor.

"You ran away," I growled, the door clicking shut behind me.

Tears welled in her eyes immediately. She backed away, her hands shaking as she hit the wall. "How... how did you find me? Please, Dominic. Please don't kill me."

I froze. The words cut through my rage like a blade. "Kill you? Elena, what the fuck are you talking about? I love you."

"You're going to hate me," she sobbed, clutching her stomach. "I know you know. You found me here. I'm... I'm pregnant."

I stepped closer, my eyes dropping to her midsection. My child was in there. A piece of me was growing inside that beautiful, treacherous body.

"I'll go," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I'll go far away. No one will ever know. I won't tell a soul I'm carrying your child, I won't ask for a dime. Just let me go, Dominic. Please."

"You think I give a fuck about the secret?" I stepped into her space, looming over her. "You think I don't want the world to know you're carrying my heir? You think I'd let you wander the earth with my blood in your veins, unprotected?"

"The contract," she gasped, her back hitting the edge of the bed as she retreated. "It was up. Two years and three weeks ago. I stayed longer than I had to. I'm free."

"You are never free from me," I snarled. I looked at her, really looked at her. The fear in her eyes was intoxicating, but so was the sheer beauty of her. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks flushed with tears, and her tits looked fuller, heavier under her thin blouse. My cock throbbed, a hard, demanding ache that demanded I reclaim her right then and there. "You are so fucking beautiful when you're scared of me."

"Please, Dominic. Just let me go."

"Never."

I closed the distance, my mouth crashing onto hers. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a reclamation. I tasted her salt and her terror, and I drank it in. My tongue forced its way past her teeth, demanding entry, staking its claim. I grabbed her waist, my fingers digging into her skin, anchoring her to me.

I tore her blouse open, buttons skittering across the cheap carpet. Her bra followed, and then her tits were spilling into my hands. They were sensitive, the nipples already hard and dark.

"Look at these," I muttered, rolling her nipples between my thumbs. "They're getting ready for my baby, aren't they? Growing for me."

"Ah... Dominic, stop," she moaned, though her back arched into my touch.

"I'm not stopping until I've reminded every inch of this body who it belongs to."

I spun her around, shoving her face-down onto the bed. I hiked her skirt up, exposing her lace panties. I didn't take them off yet. I wanted to hear her. I raised my hand and brought it down hard across her ass.

CRACK.

She let out a sharp yelp, her fingers clutching the bedspread.

"That's for running," I growled.

CRACK.

"And that's for thinking you could take my child away from me."

I didn't stop until her skin was a bright, angry red. I leaned down, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back so I could whisper in her ear. "You're a bad girl, Elena. You need to be reminded of your place."

I stripped my clothes off in a fever, my cock springing free, purple-headed and weeping with pre-cum. I ripped her panties off and saw how wet she was. Despite her fear, her pussy was dripping, the scent of her arousal filling my nostrils.

"You're so fucking wet for the man you tried to leave," I taunted, rubbing my thumb over her clit. She buckled, a low sob-moan escaping her.

I flipped her over, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. With the other, I guided my cock to her entrance. I didn't use any lube other than her own slickness. I shoved inside in one brutal thrust, filling her completely. She gasped, her eyes flying open as I stretched her wide.

"You feel that? That's mine," I grunted, beginning to hammer into her.

I wasn't being gentle. I wanted her to feel the weight of my possession. Every time I slammed my hips against her, the bed creaked in protest. I reached up, my hand finding her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes haze over, her breath hitching in that way I loved.

"Tell me whose pussy this is," I demanded, my pace increasing.

"Yours... ah... it's yours, Dominic!"

I flipped her onto all fours, grabbing her hair to keep her upright as I took her from behind. This was the view I wanted-my cock disappearing into her, her red, spanked ass cheeks shaking with every impact. I reached around, grabbing her tits, kneading them roughly as I drove myself home.

The friction was incredible. I felt every fold of her tightening around me, the heat of her internal walls gripping my shaft. I was moving faster now, my breath coming in ragged growls. I could feel the pressure building in my balls, the inevitable explosion drawing near.

"I'm going to fill you so deep you'll feel me in your soul," I hissed, my teeth grazing the skin of her shoulder. "You're never getting rid of this. You're going to carry my name, my child, and my mark for the rest of your life."

She was sobbing now, but her hips were bucking back against me, seeking the friction. "Please... please, I'm close... Dom, please!"

I didn't let her go. I slowed down, agonizingly slow, drawing my cock almost all the way out until only the tip remained before slamming back in. I edged her, watching her face contort in a mixture of agony and ecstasy.

"Not yet. You don't get to come until I say so."

I tortured her for minutes, shifting angles, pulling her hair, spanking her whenever her rhythm faltered. Finally, I felt her internal muscles begin to spasm. She was reaching her limit.

"Now, Elena. Come for me. Show me how much you love being owned."

She let out a guttural scream, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice. The sensation sent me over the edge. I felt the roar starting in my chest.

"I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming, Elena! Take it all!"

I buried myself to the hilt, my hips locking against hers as I began to pump my seed into her. I felt the hot jets of my come hitting the back of her passage, filling her up, overflowing. I didn't pull out. I stayed there, bucking, making sure every single drop of my life force was deposited deep inside where it belonged.

I groaned, a long, low sound of primal satisfaction. My head fell into the crook of her neck, my sweat mingling with hers. The room was silent except for our shattered breathing.

Slowly, I withdrew. There was no wet squelching, only the heavy, silent slide of my spent flesh leaving hers. A thick, white stream of my cream leaked from her, staining the dark sheets. I reached down, wiping a bit of it with my finger and holding it to her lips.

"Mine," I whispered.

I pulled her limp body against mine, wrapping my arms around her as if I could fuse our skin together. The rage was gone, replaced by a terrifying, all-consuming protectiveness. She was mine. The baby was mine. And the world could burn before I let either of them go.

I kissed the top of her head, my voice finally softening into something raw and honest.

"I love you, Elena. Don't ever fucking run again."

She didn't answer, her eyes closing as she drifted into an exhausted sleep in my arms, but it didn't matter. I had her back. And I was never letting go.