Tristan

He was here.

Alexander was here.

I had been sitting by a window when a car pulled up in the driveway. It had been hours since I had been brought here and I was completely and utterly bored out of my mind. I had almost wished for something to happen, anything to break the monotonous silence.

But right now, as I saw him step out in all his frightening glory, I desperately wished that I could relive those hours of safety again. There were three other men accompanying him and it was more than obvious that all of them were armed.

I quickly pulled the curtain and hid behind it. He probably wouldn't be able to see me anyway as the window seemed to be tinted but still the curtain provided an odd sense of safety.

I heard the main door open below and my heart went into over drive. He was actually truly here.

There was nowhere I could possibly hide. This was his house after all. I considered hiding under the bed but quickly realised that it would be way too pathetic. As scared as I was, I refused to stoop that low.

I sat down on the bed and tried to settle my facial muscles into a nonchalant expression. I did not want to look like a scared mouse in front of him. I was determined to fight this bastard as much as possible.

He did not come to the room directly like I had expected him to. I could still hear him and his men walking about but neither of them were coming here.

The anticipation made everything worse. Gruesome images of what he could do to me flashed in my mind and I had to fight them off with difficulty.

It had to be an hour later that I heard heavy steps coming towards the door. I instantly crouched back on the bed and tightly grasped a pillow to help the rising panic.

The person stopped in front of the door for a few seconds before the door banged open. I flinched from the loud sound and the large man who was currently standing in the doorway.

"Sir wants to see you. I have been instructed to bring you to him."

He said it in a monotonous voice but it was clearly an order. He would take me to him in one way or the other and I didn't really have a choice.

I would much prefer to walk to my captor than be dragged by this Hulk.

He took me towards the back of the house, to a door that had been previously locked. It now stood wide open and led into an elegantly carpeted corridor.

There was another door at the end of the corridor. The hulk stopped and knocked lightly before slowly opening it. He gestured for me to step inside and I did.

It was an office, a very big and very well decorated office. It had elegant shelves with neatly arranged files and books. There was a huge mahogany desk near a window and an accompanying chair.

The chair was currently facing away from us and I had no doubts about its occupant.

"He is here Sir. I will be outside if you need me," the hulk said in a surprisingly soft voice before stepping out and closing the door.

The chair swilleved around and I was met with Alexander's smirking face.

Fear and potent anger rushed through my veins as I stared at his cocky face. He looked so damned happy and satisfied with himself. I tightened my hands into fists to get a semblance of control over my anger.

"Hello Tristan. It is very nice to see you indeed. I am truly sorry that it took me so long to come visit you. I hope the house is to your liking," he said in a sickly sweet voice. It was as if we were speaking about the weather and not about how he had kidnapped me in broad daylight.

"I would enjoy my real home a lot better Mr. Alexander," I said in the same placid voice that he had used. I was not going to let this bastard have the satisfaction of seeing me distraught.

He laughed and the sound of it sent chills down my spine. "You are a funny thing aren't you? I don't know what you mean by your real home sweetheart. I chose to bring you here because I thought you would like this better than the other locations. This is your home Tristan. From today till your last breath."

He meant it. He was completely sure of his words and it scared the hell out of me. I was aware of the shaking in my knees and the dryness in my mouth. I had no idea what to do now, or what he would do to me now.

He stood up and walked around the desk. My knees were shaking all the more and I wanted to be anywhere but here.

He quickly covered the distance between us and soon he was dangerously close. Seeing him up close was even more unsettling. His green eyes were absolutely blank without a shred of any emotion. It was like looking into the eyes of a madman, a terrifying feeling.

"Kneel," he said in a low voice.

It took me a moment to process what exactly had come out of his mouth but it seemed as if I took too long. He grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me down. I let out a gasp of surprise and pain as his strong hands pressed down harshly on my shoulders, forcing me to kneel.

"Good. You look so much better kneeling than standing. This is your true place Tristan, where you are really supposed to be. You didn't know it yet but I am more than happy to teach you now."

I barely had time to register his words before the sound of a zip opening struck my ears. He had his zip open and the bulge of his member was obvious.

The realisation of what he wanted sunk in and I desperately tried to move back. He was quick to grab onto my hair making me shout out.

"You aren't going anywhere princess. Not until you have your face buried in my dick. I am not going to make you take the whole thing today but if you keep misbehaving like this I might reconsider. Behave and I will go easy on your delicious mouth."

I was crying by then. The tears fell like an incessant waterfall. His hands were still twisted in my hair and it hurt so bad. It was quickly becoming unbearable and I moved forward hoping he would remove his hand. He loosened his hold but didn't fully remove it.

"Good boy," he whispered and pulled down his pants.

"You are going to enjoy this baby. Trust me. I am going to turn you into a cockslut in a few days. Just you see."